My Darkest Hours

In my darkest hours - alone with my thoughts.

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In my darkest hours, I lay here and I rot.

In my darkest hours, I play the tape to find the twist within the plot.

In my darkest hours, my own mind beats me worse than his fists did.

In my darkest hours, I can’t justify the cost.

In my darkest hours, I wish the pain to stop.

In my darkest hours, I understand wanting to be gone,

In my darkest hours, I wonder if these wounds will ever heal.

In my darkest hours, I know that he’s moved on, was any of it real?

In my darkest hours, I grieve the love now forever lost.

And in the darkest hour?

Well, that’s stays between me.

And God!