The World As We Know It~ Poetry and Advice for Life

Just A Thing

Just a thing.

A thing for me.

I can't stay awake,

All I do is sleep.

Even as I walk,

Even as I talk,

As I eat and go.

I feel like I'm always sleeping.

I don't know.

I see them,

My nightmares,

Slowly evolving.

I can't breathe.

Im light headed.

I can't see.

My skin is cold,

Am I dead?

No I can't be.

I'm alive.

But am I asleep?

Is this what life is?

Why can't I function?

What is wrong with me?

I'm okay.

I know I am.

I'm awake,

Not asleep.

I can do this.

Grapes......

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I wrote in my lit class after I was done with my work. I'm not sure what I was doing really but the words just flew from my hands. I reread it and think maybe that's what I actually feel but can't express because things like that are frowned upon. I'm not sure. Maybe this is all just a dream. (I added grapes like a comic relief but idk.)