Everyday’s the same

Aya Kadid

I can’t tell today from tomorrow from yesterday 

All my days look the same 

All my days feel the same 

 

Happiness is blurry 

Sadness is in focus 

Losing myself, I worry 

To days that are monotonous 

There lies an absence of value where emptiness swells 

Where nothingness reigns and darkness dwells

 

Haunting silence 

No sound can pierce its deafening hiss

My mind whispers in the void 

Pain echoes in my head 

It makes me paranoid

 

The days stretch out before me 

An endless, empty sea

I can’t escape the feeling that this is all there will ever be 

Sorrowful, empty days, weeks, years 

A pointless life 

  • Author: a.k (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 11th, 2023 17:36
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 11
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  • Myth

    At least you have got a lovely name .. Aya ...

    • Aya Kadid

      You're so sweet, thank you!!



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