Cry Yourself to Sleep, It's Better This Way

Walk through these halls of broken memories,
Laying in my bed deprived of sleep,
I feel the empty air because it's mine to keep,
And clutch my stuffed animal because it's time to weep.

Stained tears only place themselves in my heart,
With regrets of hope in the first place,
And smother shame at the sight of my face,
And through day leaves no visible trace.

Why am I so desperate to have those things?
Why don't I feel happy without it?
Why is it that every time I can't seem to quit?
And why do I rage myself to sleep in a crying fit?

All of my emotions are tearing me apart.
Sometimes I wish I had no emotion at all,
Because maybe then I could stand strong and tall,
And maybe then I would never break a single fall.

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