I awake every morning with
The sound of my alarm going berserk
The blasted sun glaring on my face
and I'm met with the putrid stench of death
a smell that consumes my room
and everyday I hope that it's actually a corpse and not me
I wake up, like a young elderly person my legs giving up on me
And my will to live gone, still in the 50's
Though I'm only 19
I walk to the bathroom
Stepping into the shower trying to get rid of the smell
and praying that the water magically rejuvenates
my sad existence
Stepping out and I look to the mirror in disgust of what is looking back at me
but I say hopefully it's a good day
I spend my day lazing around
Moving from bed to sofa and even the ground
Turn to the TV in search of increasing my morale
Only to be met with a typhoon of Chaos and depression
There goes my good day, something I wish I could say
if only this wasn't the norm
Hopefully I have a good day such foolishness
Have a good day while the world is burning
Have a good day as my heart is breaking
Have a good day as my hope is fading
Have a good day, oh please stop pretending
I wake up every day
The stench of death is lurking
it seems like that smell is intoxicating
because I wake up with the delusion of possibly having a great day while being in hell
Trying to justify trying
Trying to justify fighting
Trying to justify laughing
Trying to justify living
It is just too painful and difficult
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Expressing the Unexpressed Thoughts
PoetryA Poetry Book filled with my own original poems that talk about a variety of topics. It's based on my view of reality and the different ways which I choose to understand it. It's mostly an outlet for my creativity, but that doesn't stop you if you w...
