Every single day.
All I do.
I can't breathe
I can't sleep
It feels like
I can't do anything
Every single day
All the time
I can't open up my lungs
I can't not wake up
It feels like
I can't do anything
It's something so negative
And it brings you down
But in your heart you know
You cannot.
It's dragging and dragging you
By your legs
Pulling you under
Deep into the hole.
It's strong.
Stronger than you will ever be.
And it's forever telling you
That you can't.
Not because you refuse to.
Not because it's making you.
But you can't.
You can't do it.
It's so frustrating.
Because as much as you want to.
You cannot.
And that
Is what
I have
Been trying
To live
Through.
I want
To live
Like I
Can actually
Do things.
I want
To be
Able to
Do the
Things I
Love again.
I want
To do
The things
I love again
But I can't
I cannot, I can't
I can't, I cannot
I cannot, I can't
I can't, I cannot
I cannot, I can't
I can't, I cannot
I cannot, I can't
I can't, I cannot
Why can't I?
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The Sun Alone (3)
Poesía"So much to say, so few words that let me say it" ... Poetry for dark days. Sometimes it's necessary to wallow in your sorrows and in the deep dark shades of black. But the colours change. And you'll soon see the bigger picture, the fine details an...
