The day is coming to an end,
It's getting harder to keep up,
Day by day,
The tears start falling,
And I muffle the sound of my sobs,
There is never enough beauty to satisfy,
Money makes the world go round,
But the world is not where happiness comes from,
There's too much pain here,
Time is going by,
I know I know I know,
There's an illness in my mind,
Meaning is stealing itself away,
And I am indifferent for I have no energy left to fight,
I've been consumed by the pursuit of happiness,
Power in my peripherals,
This is not where my heart lies,
I'm sick of everything being so foreign,
I'm falling so far behind,
Tears should not be this familiar,
Tomorrow is all I live for,
I'm holding onto shreds of hope,
Guarding them,
This is all I've got left,
Foolish dreams to occupy my mind,
Maybe one day I'll pull myself up off the ground,
And the clockwork will leave me be,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, and then Tomorrow,
This is all I live for.
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February Journal
RandomMostly poems, journal entries, some visual art. Just a place to put my current headspace into words-clumsily perhaps, but all the same. Updates whenever I feel like it, but when I update it will probably be in chunks (I'll post a couple parts at the...
