I close my eyes in the darkness
Hoping to rest my tired body
But hours fly and my eyes dry
Staring at the ceiling with frustration the morning sun gleam at me
Taunting me
All I want to do is rest my tired body but the world would not give me that grace
Days turn to weeks yet my body still slugs on like wet paper in the wind
I lay on my bed staring at the ceiling praying the darkness of my mind will suffocate me this night
Hours fly by and my eyes dry
The sun gleams in my face for the hundredth time
I scream out
Frustrated I cannot get rid of my exhaustion
I sit with my silence as the sun beams on my back
Taunting me with its bright happy light
Anger fills me like a bubbling soda and I explode
Rage turns into tears as I collapse to the ground
My room dismantled limp from limp just like my sanity
I than realize it isn't my body which is tired, but my soul
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Ghosting Happiness (POEM BOOK)
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