I wake up,
My head still hazy from the night before.
I ignore the thoughts creeping in so early in the morning.
The unknown is what makes me feel alone.
I get myself together in a routine,
Overthinking what is about to come.
I just want to be done.
I do what they say over and over again,
Putting my everything into something that makes me feel nothing.
I still don't feel good enough.
They say hi, and it makes me want to die,
Because I don't know how to reply.
I want to fit in, but I don't know what that implies
In a generation full of despair.
I never know what to wear,
But I wish I didn't care,
As I feel the air leave my lungs and forget how to breathe,
As if there's a threat coming from behind
When it's only the thoughts in my mind.
Why do I always have to be my own enemy?
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Sad in the Summer
Poetry*i do not own the picture to the cover photo* Sad in the summer. Don't you know that feeling when it's raining and its warm outside but nothing feels right? you feel nostalgic and you reminisce on the past. Thats what sad in the summer is going to b...
