Sleep silently until you wake

Silence has a new meaning when you're broken.
It doesn't seem to leave any room for words that are spoken.
When it creeps closer you pray it will die,
like the bad dreams I have where I wake up and cry.

Do you sleep at night? I can't see you how you could.
Feeling alright? Honey, it's a miracle if you would.
Maybe in a year or two, I'll start hating you.
But right now, I'm just hating what you do.


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