Dusk or Dawn

• Posted by: CINTIA MARITNEZ
• Created: December 15, 2016
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When shall I commit the act?
The one they call damnable
The one that will rot my soul,
So They say.

But the act is my liberator
From this agony, from your condemnation
More than anhedonia,
I can’t stand looking at you
Looking at me with pity,
With shame, with utter disappointment

Please listen!
If you would just listen,
I wouldn’t feel compelled to escape.
You say I’m selfish even narcissistic
But you are a hypocrite.
You empathize with a physical ailment
Yet you feel no compassion for my crumbling mind.

You believe Them over me
I’m telling you, my pain is real not weakness 
I’m exhausted.

Dawn, I have decided.
As the sun brings life to another day,
The night will take mine away.
And I will be free from you.

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