An Ode to a Day Lived
At the end of the day
you'll live.
When the sun sets you'll be alright.
As the dawn sparkles against your window
you'll wake.
Your heart will beat your blood will pulse
you'll feel it all.
At the end of the day you'll push through.
Because that's what you do.
At lunch your mom will call.
At 2:30 you'll cry and you'll lie.
"Yes mom I'm happy"
At 5:00 you'll realize you forgot to eat.
At midnight you'll lie in bed alone.
You'll rethink the day in your head.
You'll breathe.
At the end of the day you'll survive.
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My Poetry
PoésieHey guys I've started doing poetry/ writing nonsense as a way to help my depression.
