2:58 am Drowning

by innocentcrybaby   Jul 3, 2006


Crying over lost dreams and time's pain;my tears flow like a winter's harsh rain.

It's almost 3 a.m. and I'm still awake.Trembling over the lost ones, my heart breaks.

Still resenting off what was, could bes, and should haves.Wishing the memories would leave my heart's halves.

2:58 a.m., thinking about you, him, and them.Pondering on why this always happens; why they always seem to win.

No matter what happens or who stops caring first;They are forever in my soul and I always hurt the worst.

Forever the first and yet the last to cry; I dream of the lost ones as reality swims by.

It is swimming along, with each stroke it passes fast.It laughs at me while I drown in the past.

Choking on floods of old memories and yesterdays.They strangle and pull me into the depths of it's waves.

Forcing myself free, struggling to breathe;At 2:58 a.m. my past and the lost ones have forgotten me.

I wonder how, but I realize why.
Every moment I spent with the lost ones was a lie.

They have moved on, their momentary memories of me is a laugh.They float along, but by 3:00 a.m. I will have drowned in my past.

-Innocent Crybaby-

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  • 17 years ago

    by -Immortal.Soul-

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