Waiting Game

The pain isn’t some sort of waiting game
The moment where you believe close to your heart
When you go to sleep at night you’re never going to wake up
One mistake for taking change in this matter
For the pillow time I’ve spent thinking
Most probably the other portion slightly over indulging
I’ve brought back the feelings in my nerves
All that I broke is now glued back together
I feel really sick but it’s on the inside happy to know it
Will never show on the outside
I hope it leaves nothing but a bruise
A scar would fix the memorabilia in my head
My thoughts are with you/believe me I found it hard to believe too
For a change my eyes aren’t sore my pain has over powered my sight
Judgement for I’ll never be able to read you in the afternoon

By Chloe Rae