My mouth’s littered with noise and
Her bitter tasting poison…
I can’t believe it’s over.
It’s lifted off my shoulders.
Now…
All I want to do is sleep.
Rest away the rest away and,
Go on going on
Just counting my sheep.
There’s no place for my pain.
In this place I retain and,
Refrain from complaining a peep.
I’m drowning in it all and,
Straining to swim up from so deep.
I think…
I’ll have to keep sleeping
Through the holiday season.
I should have no reason to weep.
But…
Everything that’s been happening
Has had me gift-wrapping, and,
Hammily laughing along.
And I hate this cheer,
This sick time of year and,
Don’t want to hear another holiday song.
As long as I’ll live I prolong
What I wish I could give… but it’s gone.
Is it wrong to relive over and over and over…
This senseless feeling of defenselessness?
How do I discontinue all this reminisces?
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What ever happened to happiness and bliss in a kiss?
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Can you help me feel this?
Can you help me help you help who needs your help to persist to exist?
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I can’t help myself.
I want you.
I know…
I’m remiss in this attempt to reach out.

Please… I need you to believe me.
Please… be without any doubt.