•11 Sigh

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You sigh.

And then you start to wonder,
What are you doing with your life.

Inhale. I breathe.

My eyes flutter open and I'm forced to wake up.
Get ready for my hell, that's awaiting by the door.
Working up to a certificate with a C on it.
Because I'm a C student and I'll never be better than a pass.
Drag myself through my day, with a tired state of mind and a fatigued heart.
Maybe one day it might stop beating.
At least it'll have its rest.

Exhale. I breathe out.

Brushing all the shit I've said with my mouth.
Gathering the blankets and waiting to engulf myself in my only comfort place.
Turning off the lights as I lay in the darkness.
Thoughts flying from left to right.
Saying a quiet prayer and I hope for endless better days.
Put myself to a nice dream as I slowly fall asleep.
The loneliness I feel as I damp my pillow underneath.

And then repeat.

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Been a while since I've finished a poem.

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