Out of the 24hrs in a day,
I only feel okay for about a couple.
And it's not like I even feel good, nor
feel okay.
I just try to get through the rest.
It's been like that since I was little.
When I looked at the kids running around happily, I was upset even at that young age.
Questioning everything
"What they're so happy about?"
"Why am I not happy like them?"
"I eat and sleep. Eat and sleep."
"Why do I have to waste such a long amount of time?"
I'd be perfectly okay if I only got to live 8 years instead of 80.
I don't do anything but I'm already exhausted.
Still.. I drag myself along, like driven cattle.
"Let's keep going"
"I don't know why I have to live, but let's have a decent life while I'm alive."
That's how I barely manage to drag myself, everyday.
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My Liberation Notes
PoetryA book for all the introvert depressed people out there who struggling a lot. Who always question their existence, what their purpose and worth. I hope this would reach and help you to heal at some point by acknowledging your wounds and sufferings...
