No longer is there a point of me being here
Everything is just the same. The same bickering, the same prickling
Everything felt damped, cold and wet all the time, like the rain clouds over me
Though the sun shines above our house, and the grey clouds had turned white again
It still feels like I'm stuck in a miserable daze of a rainstorm, and I can't get out
As I now head into bed, as I put my head above the soft white cushion
I begin to reconsider everything I am, and everything I want to be
I started to see that there's no point to this race
There was no prize, no trophy, no nothing
It'll just bring me misery that'll scar me for all of my life
I tried to sleep, but the thought just keep on wondering inside me
It was like a worm inside my flesh, and no matter how hard I try, I can't pull it out
Even if I close my eyes, all I can see is that haunting thought, hovering endlessly over me like a vulture
Even as I embraced my pillows with all of my strength, it didn't give me comfort
I weep silently alone in my room as the evocative thought flutters above me
The pain and misery were too much to bear, I feel my sanity slipping away
I didn't even notice that I cried my tormented self to sleep
I felt the gold flare of the sun in my eyes, it woke me up
Even when I did, I can still feel the scars of my misery
they won't leave me, no matter how hard I implored
I was to be cursed to this hell forever with no way out
What even is the point of me living this life
Might as well be Forever Lifeless
It feels just the same
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Reflections- a series of poems
PoetryTreat this like a mirror. An apparatus that gazes into the porcelain smiles we all wear every day. These poems are as cluttered and disorganized as that of the emotions we keep to ourselves, and to ourselves alone
