Breaking Point

Thinking

Far past bedtime

But thinking anyways

About everything

 

Inside a white-walled room

Thinking can be easy

Everything is candy-coated

Everything is cushioned

 

This room

That was my prison

And my haven

Is now my release, my escape

 

But it is also the thing

From which I want to be released

Summer is warm

In my room, it is an inferno

 

Thinking

Into dawn

Far, far past bedtime

But thinking anyways

 

I sigh in the darkness

Turn onto my stomach

It is now the breaking point

Of a new day

And of new

Mistakes.

The End

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