caffeinated and depressed I drag myself along
at this point I’m a stranger in the body I once loved
constant internal battle
the reflection feels old
useless
so I cut it
My thoughts aren’t thoughts anymore
they shout at me
the sun rises
it sets
the moon reveals itself
now I'm awake
I want more but I’m trapped
lost in who I was
the box is small
scavenging for those last pieces of myself
but my eyes are shielded
permanently gazed over
blind to what's to come
coffee as dark as I feel
I don't need saved
mind racing but my fingers struggle to follow
routines are lame
now I'm floating down the river
but I don't want to
begging to sink
who's stopping me
a bargain with my soul
to save me from myself
- Author: this_girl ( Offline)
- Published: April 2nd, 2019 21:49
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 9
Comments1
depression,a powerful thing
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