Fragments of the Heart

Depressing Days

Fragments of the Heart

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F R A G M E N T - 73

Depressing Days

The time has stopped,
my stomach has dropped,
and my breath has been robbed.
The entirety
of my life
is a mess.

The edges of the world are clear,
nobody is who they appear,
and I realized it all this year.
Dealing
with this world
is a stress.

I'm feeling numb the whole time,
stealing sighs is my only crime,
for I cannot bring myself to cry.
I spread
my smiles
nevertheless.

They tell me to find myself the one,
but I'm in the midst of fixing a broken kingdom,
everyone looks down at what I've done.
They never
accept my
progress.

Everybody has bad days,
on the wrong side of our beds we lay,
convincing ourselves that it's just a phase.
We are expected
to keep our feelings
repressed.

It's like falling but staying on the ground,
because the floor is the only thing that accepts our falling sound,
in this God forsaken haunted town.
Our days
are of
depress.