Sunshine of the Cloudy Mind
living in a blur with a pair of rose-colored glasses to guide my vision
Tuesday, June 2, 2015
(break through)
Nighttime is depressing like
Fear feeds off of
Darkness feeds off of
Anxiety feeds off of
Shadow feeds off of
My own heart
Reflected back at me
It is darker than I thought.
It is always darker than I thought.
(Please break through to me)
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