Wake up to the faucet dripping
Slept in my clothes again
Lying on my bed, staring at the ceiling
Listen to the voices in my head
Is it time yet?
Time
Time was always strange for me
These days, it's gone altogether
Mondays and Fridays
Morning and night
All blended together
Nothing will change
I'm standing at the counter,
Looking in the mirror
Don't know how I got there
Don't really care.
Look at my grimy reflection
Dark circles, pale face
How the hell did I get to now?
Does it even matter?
No sun
No rain
Just gray
Not happy
Not sad
Just gray
Maybe there's something wrong
Maybe something inside me broke
Maybe I was always like this
Everything is foggy
Spending hours
Days
Years
Half asleep
Mindless movement
Never leaving
Trapped in my mind
All days
I can't get out of this gray haze
Hopelessness
Helplessness
Can't escape
I think I've gone insane
------------------------------
I can't get out of this gray haze
I can't get out of this gray
I can't get out of
I can't get out
I can't get
I can't
I
YOU ARE READING
Scratching the Surface (Poems)
PoetryUPDATE: I wrote these when I was 13 and depressed all the time. I'm 18 now, and, fortunately, life's been going well! Unfortunately, these poems are fairly cringe, so read at your own risk. Just some poems that I write when I'm in the poetic mood...
