His body feels weaker
Weaker than normal
And it worries him
He's got pills to sleep
Pills to concentrate
Pills to aid anxiety
Pills to stop his body from doing
What shouldn't happen
But he feels run down
Unmotivated
Like he's stuck in routine
Like he needs to sleep for hours
Upon hours
Upon hours
His body feels like it isn't his
At all anymore
His reality seems fake
Straight back to simulation feeling
He needs hope and he's running out
He needs a burst of energy
Something to wake up to
But he doesn't know what it is
Or how to get it
He's lost
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Desolation Boy 2
PoetryThis ones for the people who feel like human errors every day of their lives All poems are from my head, heart & soul !TRIGGER WARNING!
