MisKylie

Must be done

Puffy eyes and a sleepless night, 1am and full moon bright, I sit in this car and turn off the headlights,I throw my phone in the seat, this can\'t be alright. We spoke on the phone.. well more like fought, I lay my head on the steering wheel deep in thought,tears stream down my face as I try to comprehend, the angry tone and the words that were said. Will it be like this forever? A question I ask myself. It won\'t be, I know this, but I just can\'t help, I can\'t help but wonder did I bring this upon myself... or is there a darkness that follows me, I can\'t explain what I felt. I drag my tired soul into the pillows and sheets, peel out of my clothes and pray for some sleep. I hear my owl screech as I close my eyes..the familiar friend I haven\'t heard in quite some time. So tired and worn my body sinks in, the hurt that I feel, it should be a sin. Tossing and turning no comfort in this room, our things lay about in this cold dark tomb. I pray some more and hope for the best, locking away the pain inside a keyless chest. When morning comes I try to start new, there are a million things that I must do.I need to keep calm and take a deep breath, I found my beginning where there was nothing left.