angelic insomnia: grown to hate
grown to hate
grown to hate
this being,
being me
living this insanity.
insane depression
wicked sadness
dwelling in a world,
i cringe upon seeing
and the words i speak
have become hard to pronounce
in the passing night
they flowed so strong
now they are too full -
filled with too many precious emotions
and i hover lost
in front of the hostile crowd.
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Copyright Rebecca Page 1999.
