I wake up each morning
As a ghost with a heart
Going through my day
And acting my part
Show a smile here
Do my homework and then
Once I get home
I'm in the circle again
I lie down in bed
And sleep for a while
Nightmares shake me
Hold me down like I'm vile
But even though I can't rest
I repeat the next day
Just as dull as the last
Wasting the years away
What is this sickness
That takes over my soul
It drags me down
Into another hole
I thought it was over
When I turned in my blade
But I've come to learn
Happiness isn't always forbade
I'm swimming in an ocean
Of my fear and dread
Pull me down with the tide
Let me dream to be dead
But I still wake up
Each morning is hell
I have to learn to smile
And act just as well
Now the voices are gone
The ones that kept me going
Are fading into white noise
As my sanity stops flowing
I lay in bed all week now
I'm not sure if it's night or day
But all I know is
I wish I didn't feel this way
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Mourning Skies
RandomDark poetry, slam poetry, love poetry, five word stories, and my deepest thoughts