Sleep


When pain begins to enter a hollow mind,
I feel the need to take the time
and remember that I am unlike the rest.

For I am the best at doing what I do,
even though it may not seem that way to you.
I can make it go away.

Some take out the razors,
some take out the booze,
I take out the blankets, I'd much rather snooze.

Sleep takes me far away
from where I don't want to stay.

The blackness of my mind is better
than the depression left behind.

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