Wake up
Brush my teeth
Get dressed
Leave the house
Walk through the park
Get to school
I rinse and repeat that over and over and over again for 5 days a week every week for about half a year.
Within those days are the repeated struggle of breaking the norm.
I'm too scared for it.
I'm too weak to push forward.
By doing so I become so used to repetition that I feel as though I've fucked up by doing something different.
I'm broken.
I've fallen prone to the one thing I hoped to move past.
I'm broken.
Never to be as smart as I was.
I'm fucking lost.
My mind constantly disrupts reality.
I stare and stare like i've lost my mind.
I am not gaining help but losing everything.
I can't remember who I was anymore.
I'm breaking down every other day and mope about it.
I can't seem to get out of it all.
I'm losing everything that keeps me sane.
No one has my back.
No one understands me.
No one wants to help me.
No one seems to want to either.
Makes sense to me.
Got to look out for myself in order to stay afloat but I can barely do that.
The only thing I can think of is letting myself go.
I'm broken.
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Dreams Over Reality
PoetryA compliation of poems and skits. The skits are no longer being continued. Most poems are about me and the events around me. Read my story This is my story.
