I knew that I had gotten bad when
I realized that I wake up every day,
Every single morning,
And the only thing that I look forward to in a day is
To go home and back to bed.
That is not living.
That is not life.
I knew it was bad when every time
Someone would bring you up into a
Conversation, I would force myself
To smile and nod, and reply
With quick one word answers
just to keep myself from breaking down and sobbing.
I knew it was bad when for weeks
On end I would cry myself to
Sleep with hopes of maybe
Possibly
Not waking up again the
Next morning.
That's when I knew I was getting bad,
Again.
But what are you to do?
What are you supposed to do when
Every time you breathe,
Every breath becomes more and more
Toxic and every breath begins to kill you slowly?
Like inhaling smoke from
every tossed out cigarette
in some big top city or
drinking chemicals,
it kills you from
The inside.
Even if you look okay on the
Outside.
What are you to do..?
What are you supposed to do when
Even a simple text is enough
To tear your mind to shreds?
When you want so badly to reply back
As fast as humanly possible but you
Know that you shouldn't because you
Could care less about me.
About if I'm truly okay or not.
What are you to do.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
Şiirevery single one of us is just drunk on the idea that a better world exists. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ These are original personal poems written by yours truly. Thank you for taking time out of your day to read any (or all!) of these. It means a lot. 💞
