The Pained: Broken Heart Broken Soul (series part 2)

Insomnia:

The gun on my dresser is as much a lie as what you had said.

The gun on my dresser is a symbol of my desire.

Sitting in front of me.

Fake, and mocking.

Shiny and cool.

Peaceful, yet holding a world of power in it’s simple manner.

I’ve lost my chance to cry.

It’s been so long since the moment you said what you did.

It’s been so long since I realized the truth.

I talk a big game, and walk a strong stride, but I still can’t seem to even say it out loud.

That we are nevermore.

I’ve lost my chance to cry,
and in price, lost my chance to sleep.

Insomnia without tears.

The End

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