Tired of the current run about,
distant from the future,
scared of looking into the past.Living in the present,
yet never in reality.Stuck debating whether it's worth living,
through pain,
yet constant numbness.Driven by the bare necessity of having to live,
because I am merely expected to,
and the disappointed looks my casket would get,
if I were to end it all.So I smile through the mix—
pain and numbness—
praying that one day,
this never ending cycle,
comes to an end.
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Feelings On Paper
Poetrypoems and feelings of a new chapter in the story we call life; welcome to a journey of emotions going into adulthood 2020-June2023