The writing is on the wall,
Beneath layers of yellow and white.
My heart is on my sleeve,
Bound in chains alone in the night.
I am fine, I say,
Until I close my eyes.
Monsters in the closet,
Memories be their prize.
When am I,
Past or present?
Future unknown,
I want to forget your scent.
I lie on the grass,
Gazing upon the stars.
Thoughts disturbed
By all of the scars.
Healing is a foreign word
Only known outside of nightmares.
Don't know happiness,
As nothing to compares.
One day I hope,
Don't know what to hope for.
Until then,
Inside lives a war.
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