Wake up,
Get dressed,
Fake a smile,
Go about
Routine.
It gets harder everyday to hide these things,
These feelings of emptiness,
Of being lonely and tired-
These feelings of sadness- being emotionally expired.
It's getting pretty hard to fake a smile,
To not shed the tears,
To not tell someone-
I'm breaking at the seams.
Wake up,
Get dressed,
Fake a smile,
Go about
Routine.
Some days I can't even follow,
The way everything is supposed to go,
Some days I don't have the energy,
And then I end up alone.
Some days I fight so hard,
Only to lose in the end,
Other days I barely fight,
Because I know it'll happen again.
Wake up,
Get dressed,
Fake a smile,
Go about
Routine.
How difficult is seems to be,
To keep hiding these feelings,
Of anger and disgust,
With myself and losing trust for others.
It hurts inside,
It's tearing me up,
It feels like I'm on fire,
And I know I'm not enough.
Wake up,
Get dressed,
Fake a smile,
Go about
Routine.
I don't know if I can continue doing these things,
My mind is destroyed,
My voice unavailable,
And everything around feels unavoidable.
It rips at my seams,
Tearing me to shreds,
Everything about me and my mental image,
Well, it's dead.
Wake up,
Get dressed,
Fake a smile,
Go about
Routine.
When can I finally rid these things,
That hurt my heart and kill my soul,
That destroy my attitude,
And barely leave me whole.
I feel disoriented,
I feel mad,
Like a world running wild,
Without having any sense as to how.
Wake up,
Get dressed,
Fake a smile,
Go about
Routine.
This "routine" I've come up with,
Doesn't seem to work as easy as it used to,
It used to work incredibly fine,
But now it feels useless.
It makes me scream on the inside,
And cower with fear,
Makes me wish I could tear off my head,
To keep the thoughts out of my ear.
Wake up,
Get dressed,
Fake a smile,
Go about
Routine.
Something I just can't keep doing anymore.
Routine 3/31/20 16:22
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Midnight Thoughts
PoetryJust an average girl trying to fit into a world using only words to describe her soul to others. ••These are random poems that I have thought of before and after the clock strikes midnight. They might not be the best, but you can always check them o...
