Waking up to the same alarm,
A sound that's lost its meaning,
Eating breakfast without tasting it,
A ritual done without feeling.
Rushing for classes, not to learn,
But to mark my name on the roll,
Returning home, exhausted and worn,
This routine taking its toll.
Trying to study, pages before me,
But my mind drifts far away,
Into daydreams and endless thoughts,
Procrastination holds sway.
Guilt shadows every moment,
A weight I can't shake off,
Today, tomorrow, every day,
Feels like the same day, lost.
But today, something else took place,
A quiet milestone in this haze,
20k reads, a number so vast,
In the blur of these endless days.
Do I celebrate the voices heard,
Or mourn the shared despair?
For in these poems, so many find,
Their own burdens laid bare.
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Trapped in my own head
PoetryShe is an outcast. She finds it easier to express what she feels in the form of writing. Whether it is poems, letters or long texts. These are poems that she writes trying to describe how it feels to live with certain mental health issues, in a worl...
