Sitting in front of an empty peace of paper. It could never expressed your feelings better. You wanted to write them down, but what if there really are no left. Can it still be painful? Being in pain with no feelings? You lay your tired hand down, with the heavy weight of the pen. Or was thinking so exhausting and heavy? You write one Word down. Time. It is always about time. When does it ends? How much time will be left, when you be finally happy? Where did time go? You take the paper and hold to fire. Not able to show your feelings any longer. Did it made it worse? You are not feeling well, but that is nothing different than usual. It is the middle of the night. Stars are shining strong. Their old light calms you a bit. Still tired after sleeping for hours you go to bed. You sleep directly, but your thoughts keep your mind awake all night long. No one can calm them. They are running through your mind, trying to kill you and the time you have left. It might be much, maybe to much for you to handle. The sun screams at you in the morning. You are not even trying to move your body. The only thing you do for a long time, such a long time you do not even remember when it started, is trying to surviving. Might be the only thing you are good at. But you don't care. How could you? Bringing up more energy was not possible. So, how could you care about yourself?
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The Nightmares We Kept All Day Long
PoesiaThose are just collected thoughts. They deal a bit with depression and maybe with a few beautyful things. Idk but they might be triggering to some. It has a little story. I am also sorry if there are any mistaktes but I hope you like it anyways.
