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Theres nothing here for me anymore,
the buzz in my ears of silence seems never ending.
Tears flow uncontrollabley, this is my childhood,
scars on my arms and a soaking wet birthday card my mother will never
see.
Something leaking, drip dripping all night making the card
unreadable.
Familiar like the dripping of my tears making my pillow
unsleepable.
A photograph ripped off the wall, held closley to my chest.
Clutching it and wishing so hard I can't breathe that he will
appear.
I can't bare to wait until tommorow.
It seems so far away.
I can't bare for tomorow, as close as it gets it's stale breath
threatens to take me away.
And yet, there is nothing here for me anymore.
My childhood, who know's what that word means.
It means nothing to me.
Nothing like the buzz of silence never ending.
Making me unsleepable.
Making me unreal.