With tired bleak eyes, I try to rise.
I made it through the day, but failed to see a prize.
Another day comes, another day goes.
Will I be okay today?
Nobody really knows.
I'm struggling and drained, what's the purpose of this pain?
I guess it's to keep life content and entertained.
I'm trying to survive, keep myself alive.
Every breath I take is like taking a dive.
My anxiety persists, it always insists.
It's made a home in my head where it beats me with bloody fists.
I hate this life, I don't feel alright.
My demons keep me close and hold me tight.
I don't know what's around the corner, I'm terrified to look.
All this waiting and pacing is leaving me all shook.
I beg and I plead, just go away and leave.
Trapped in a nightmare, can't get reprieve.
- Author: Felicity Jones (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: February 9th, 2017 07:28
- Category: Sad
- Views: 23
Comments1
Well written and expressed Great write
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