Blur
Everything is a blur
Every day repeats itself
Over
And
Over
And
Over
Again.
Stuck here with nothing but
Broken memories.
Nothing.
I feel nothing.
Plain emptiness.
Simple as that.
Or is it.
Am I empty?
Or so full with emotion,
That I'm just shut down?
Either way I'm numb.
It doesn't matter anymore.
Each day, just like the last.
Over
And
Over
And
Over
Wake up, they say.
Go to school, they say
Live your life, they say.
This isn't living.
This is simply surviving.
It's not enough.
Infact, I'd take death, over this.
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Just Another Day (A Book Of Poems)
PoetryThis is a book of poems. All of these poems are based off of things I have gone through in my life. Not necessarily in chronological order if you're wondering. So yeah, I'd love to share some of my life story with you guys. I hope you like it. *WARN...
