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Jun 12
The house is too quiet
not enough noise
no bickering or laughing

The house is too big
not so many people
no one trespassing into my room

I don't like this
when no one is home
i cant make sure they are safe
when I'm alone

She calls to say she misses me
and i cant help but think
what if that's the last time
i speak to her?

Its rainy and wet and
the day is too long
I really don't like this
being alone

The thoughts of no return come to visit
a daily checkup but they know somethings wrong
they aren't great doctors they feed the thoughts
What if its the last time i talk to anyone?

I need to sleep i need to not think
I need these thoughts
to stop bouncing around my head
Maybe food maybe water
I need to not be conscious

five more hours until i can go to bed
I need this ******* to get out of my head
Sleep is where I can be quiet
even with constant nightmares
Its so much quieter then reality.

Nothing is right
its all out of sorts
I need to go to bed
I need to go to bed
please
Jamie
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Jamie  FTM/nowhere and everywhere
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