How many times do we run from the truth
before we can make it untrue?
How many times will we cry in this life
over something that we can't undo?
How many times will I lose all my hope
before part of me loses the fight?
How mant times will the nightmares return
before I conquer my fear of the night?
How many times did I silently scream
before someone reached out their hand?
How many times had I desperately hoped
somebody could understand?
How many times will I feel his breath
before the memory starts to fade?
How many times will I have to relive it
before it stops being replayed?
How many times wil I break down in tears
before I find the strength to go on?
How many times will I wake up in fear
before I realise he's gone?













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weldone
take care, xox
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howcome most poems are about depressin matters and there are hardly any happy jolly ones?
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