The best time of the day is the 3 seconds
Right after you wake up
When your head is full of nothing but desolate mind.
Blank of yourself, or the day before.
How forlorn it feels when that familiar weight
Settles once again upon your chest and
You realize you'll never get the chance to
Appreciate the blank quiet.
Too heavy to sit up,
The very thought of trying is enough
To spark a small grimace.
A glance at the clock to tell you
It's time to drag through
Another endless day.
You move your covers and stand,
Staring at your feet 'fore falling to your knees,
Weeping into your hands and choking on sobs;
Thinking to yourself that it's just another day of
"I can't do it."
Repeating itself over and over
Like the broken record you've become.
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Poems
PoetryJust a collection of poems I wrote, most have darker themes, so here's your angst/trigger warning if you need it. I write these on a pc so if the format looks weird on your phone that's probably why.
