It’s so hard and draining,
I don’t even feel alive no more.
It’s killing me from the inside.
I just exist somewhere, now?
In the reality or my own mind.
I don’t know where am I.
Because this is not ME and I’m scared.
I can’t find a way out but maybe it’s fine,
Maybe it’s meant to be and end like this.
What else could I try, except for waiting?
End it here and now? Maybe.
But still something inside is fighting for me.
Maybe it’s good or maybe not.
Do I want to be free and find myself once more?
Tired and lost I’m just here.
Every. Single. Day.
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Author:
nikola (
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- Category: Sad
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The drain and monotony of day after day and no promise of change, no hope for better. I hear this poem
Thanks
It’s going to be okay one day
🫶🏾Yeah ik. I got one more, check tomorrow.
okay
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