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.
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Author:
JRPoetic (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 8th, 2026 13:54
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
Earth as a prison where sleep only serves to dream of escape. A sad write that is dark and seems to lack hope. Well done.
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