Some Pretty Mistakes | ✓

Dreamer

Every night,
Dreaming,
That yesterday,
Was my last day,
Breathing

A concave feeling,
Would take hold of my heart,
Every time my morning alarm 
Went off…

Just Like a robot,
I’d go through my day,
Just getting it over with
So I could go back and lay,
In bed…

At night I became a dreamer,
Of my own dreams
Dreams of not being here
Was always dreams that exist There….

Internally I was missing,
But missing what
exactly?
I have no clue

And that’s the worst feeling

Because its like Being sad without knowing why,
But to notice that things within you,

Is just 
Different
And not the same..
Anymore

-i had to fight myself just to get out of bed somedays