The seventh day
I was there the first day
I never wanted to leave
I tried to stay
Maybe I was just being naiveI was there the second day
It was getting just a bit harder
But I didn't see the grey coming my way
I thought it would all be silverI wasn't really here the third day
But nobody noticed
I pretended everything was alright as I swayed
Drowning everything with music, unfocusedI kept trying the fourth day
But I was screaming inside
Thinking everything would be okay
It was hard to sleep that nightI tried again the fifth day
But I failed and no one noticed
There was only one way
So I put music and tried to stay unfocusedI couldn't continue the sixth day
I thought I would have managed
But it was a Saturday
So I just stayedI lost it the seventh day
I left before anyone woke
It was a Sunday
When my mind became only screams and tears and smokeAnd nobody noticed
So I kept trying
And continued
Even if I keep failing and falling
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Life in a few words
Poetry"You can't summarise life with just a few words." "Watch me." Just a little poem book Started: May 2020