This is a collab poem between me and one of my friends, it turned out way better than we thought and I hope you enjoy reading it.
19.10.20
Why do I feel this way?
This feeling of failure, which I can't get through.
It follows me, making me silently scream,
so loud that it echoes in my dreams.
This pain, which makes my tears pour down like rain.
Clouds of gloom hover over my head.
The most minuscule task feels like a chore, a burden which I abhor.
Food feels tasteless, and drink, very sour.
I'm so tired and everything feel impossible
I know I have so much to do, but I can't do it.
Everything feels like such an insane effort,
it's just so much easier to spend my time alone
endlessly scrolling through the internet.
Feeling tired of being tired.
I miss having inspiration and motivation to do stuff,
instead I've crashed and can't get up.
Lying there tired and sad,
not knowing what I want, not knowing who I am.
Desperately wanting to be anyone but myself,
walking around aimlessly
it's like forgetting what it's like to feel cold when you're hot,
or feeling hot when you're cold
and when you're sad it's like you're never going to be happy again.
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