poetic.jr

wake up

Everyday I do

Eyes open,

Sensing,

Breathing,

Feeling,

Waiting.

Searching for,

why.

Trying to accept,

That I did.

Every night I wish for death,

to welcome me.

I go to sleep wishing to wake in,

Hades

Or not at all.

But every morning I wake

here...

Thinking about if it is worth it to,

Wake up.