The Cycle
Cordelia Cross
Aug 29, 2014 03:05
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Each night I cry myself to sleep,
My sanity too hard to keep,
All through the day, I suffer in pain,
The very next morning it starts again,
No one knows just how I feel,
My suffering, I conceal,
With each encounter, I force a smile,
And make-believe for a short while,
That I can be normal, laugh and play,
And pretend for a bit, that I'm okay,
Later at night, when I lay down to sleep,
All I can do is simply weep...
