Do you remember how you felt the last time you cried. I do, I remember the tears slowly rolling down my cheek and burning due to the amount of liquid I lost that day.
I'm so sick and tiered of getting a minimum of hours due to argument,emotions,stress, or worse. The feelings.
You would think by now I'm used to the words and feelings of the marks people say, or the obstacles they throw. But in all reality your getting beat down because of the pain and suffering you have been though. You lay down grasping onto any air you can get due to not being able to reach the inhaler 20 feet from your motionless body.
You lay there and think about the times you were actually happy and able to smile with those people you call family. Being able to enjoy a time with friends and not worry about the names or taunts because you have friends who care about you and don't notice your flaws.
Sadly it all ends, when you blink that one time you try to go back and hold onto that moment for one last time but it slips through your fingers and you find yourself sitting their again. Hopeless, motionless, pointless. Slowly you're able to sit back up to take a breath, inhaling the air as it fill your lungs to relax your breathing.
To only be woken up to your alarm going off for work in the moment as you notice...you're exhausted.
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PoetryThis isn't a Story, these are a few poems written by me. They have to deal with past experiences and dreams.
