In the middle of the night
I have no idea why
A drink to clear the head
Wanting something
Anything to numb the pain
A cry in the darkness
Rings out in dead silence
Shaking and hesitation
Not wanting what comes next
But needing it
Finally there is calm
With closed eyes
A willingness to accept it
What must come next
To be able to sleep again
Escaping the suffering
With tired resolve
And syringes at midnight
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