it is 6 a.m.
and the days have been going by in minutes.
or at least, it seems like it,
as i've been sleeping through all of them.
i find myself closing my eyes on a monday
and awaking to see it's now thursday.
all sense of stability has been pulled out from underneath me
causing the structure of time itself to tumble down with it.
i cannot remember the last time i left the house,
or the last person i spoke to face to face who wasn't family.
i cannot remember the last time i went to school,
changed my clothes,
or ate something healthy.
but i'm trying.
i want to be up at 10 in the morning,
i want to do what has to be done.
but in the end i'll always snooze alarm clocks
and choose to eat pizza over a salad.
then all that's left is to wither away in bed for day with nothing better to do.
so i am writing this in hopes
that it will inspire me to do something again,
anything again,
since it's been so long.
it's a dull and boring life
so maybe if i do this,
step one will already be complete.
it is 6 a.m.
and i am going to bed.
:;
yay a regular poem that i actually like ? i wrote this a few weeks ago back when i was supposed to be moving but i wasn't doing anything at all cause i was reallyyyy depressed and i just stayed in bed all day, ate pizza, never showered or changed, never went to school, etc. and it was really bad but thankfully i got out, i'm clean in new clothes, at my aunt's (and she's a nutritionist so i'm getting plenty good to eat) and overall i feel really good in general :-)
