A Storm of Words

𝕆𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕕𝕘𝕖

Caught in a whirlpool
In the eye of a storm
Everything speeds past me
Whilst I stand still and small

My posture weakens
Shoulders droop further
My head constantly tilted down

If today was the same as yesterday,
What is the point of tomorrow?
If there is not a moment of joy,
How can I go on tomorrow?
If there is no dream,
Why should there be a tomorrow?

Without motivation,
My tomorrow will cease to exist.
Without the courage to continue,
My tomorrow will never come.
Without the will to live,
My today is harder to get through..

They say it's wrong,
So I'll say I'm fine.
I'll pretend I'm not having these thoughts,
Because I'm afraid they'll say I'm crazy.

So, I'll continue living in this mindless existence.
Ultimately,
I know one day I'll break..
'Cause bottling up these emotions
Inside
Doesn't help
Especially when you're on the verge of jumping off that cliff.