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When does the day end?
A simple question,
When does the day end?
With tears streaming down your face
Soon? I’m not sure!
The fat,hot tears roll down your cheeks.
Almost a comfort, you can even taste their salts.
When does the day end?
With hand curled around pencil, and a red, runny nose.
When will it end?
Thinking of blades breaking against skin,
When will the day end?
Because you’re still young,
And that body is not yours.
You daydream,
About when the day will end.
But the truth is
The day never ends,
In the wake of a days death,
Another arrives, until all you can do,
Is sit there and cry.
Since with all those days deaths,
Yours still won’t be coming anytime soon.
And you can never rest easy, not even in death.
