the nights are the worst

the nights are the worst.
it all begins with a slow creeping of words at the back of my mind.
sitting there patiently hoping that one day it all goes away, but I know it won’t.
at least not anytime soon.
this feeling of fading, disappearing, never returning again, it seems so distant.
a memory that I cannot obtain, even though you are there, leading me on, pushing me towards this path filled with unknown consequences.
using me for your selfish needs, being wound up like a toy.
you’re letting me run through a field filled with bombs, itching at the surface of what is really happening.
so close, yet so far away from life’s real truth.

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