All Poetries of Mine (English)

noisserpeD

Have you ever woke up feeling nothing?

Because every morning,

You're seeing the same thing,

You're doing the same thing,

Because you're still living,

It's because you're a human being,

But why can't I feel anything?

There's many things in my mind,

But I don't mind,

I don't really know,

Or am I just blind?

I don't even know if I'm still kind.

I don't even know what's on my mind.

I can't even remind.

I'm always left behind.

If someone notices,

I'll just say "Nevermind".

I don't know what I am feeling,

I don't know if I'm still a conscious being,

I am done with this,

I really hate this.

Every night,

I stay up until midnight.

Thinking that "Am I still right?"

I never woke up near eight,

Because I'm always staying up late.

Because every night,

There's always fright,

The fright that I can't fight.

When I go to bed,

I just lay down my head,

Looking up at the ceiling that is already mold infested,

Wishing that this pain could have ended.

I spend hours of crying,

Crying 'til I can't hear anything,

I know this won't help anything,

But this is relieving.

Then I'd wake up in the morning,

Again,

Seeing the same thing,

Doing the same thing,

And of course, feeling the same thing.

It's not yet done,

But I'm already done with it.