29 Nov 2014
There's nothing left to be excited about. Nothing to look forward to. It's like I'm in a car driving full speed at a brick wall. There's nothing left to do but let it happen. I've got to let life happen. Nobody told me how life tears you apart bit by bit. They say you fall apart in an instant. That instant can only occur after months of being pushed underwater. It gets to a point that if I accidentally drop some good on the floor I physically can't clean it I have to run to my room and cry. Thinking about assignments gives me panic attacks and life itself feels like a chore. I only like sleeping now. When I can dream the craziest dreams but they are 100% better than my waking life. I only like that black dull feeling where all your problems get lifted from you and you feel peaceful. I don't want to worry about anything anymore.
YOU ARE READING
The recollection of my misunderstood thoughts.
PoetryLife's a struggle and it's hard. There's nothing you can do. Just get trough it. I hate my life. There's nothing new. But when the sun is out and the sky is void of clouds you can't help but feel a smile is overdue
