Cold night

We die trying to live everyday.
We are happy but not always smiling.
Crying with no sign of tears.
Those deep breaths that you take when things aren’t going right,
That’s the real you.
You think you are alone,
Just beacuse you sleep alone.
Full of life during the day
But its a different story at midnight.
Ducking punchs from both sides
This is mid fight,
No bells to warn you about the rounds.
Its time to take matters into your own hands,
Roll them up into first
And fight back.
Push if you have too,
Two hands on the throat if you have too.
All it takes is one hit in the right place
Maybe you can find your peace,
Tryna figure out why the bad ones never leave.


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