Jan 032011
 

Reality rips through me
like a fever
shredding everything
inside

And every time I
think I’ve healed
the fresh wounds open
wide

I wish I could simply
deny the constant
haunting day and
night

Oh to wake up in the
morning and see
everything in new
light

Please give me strength
dear God
as I keep wondering
why

If I can ask you to
stay with me
until my tears are
dry

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