I don’t know where to begin,
where to start,
or where to end
and where to stop.
I don’t know how to tell you what’s on my mind.
There are so many words missing, words I can’t find.
Because my mind is a warzone, it is a battlefield.
And my shield is broken and my weapons are blunt.
There’s nothing and no one to protect me in a war against myself.
I scream and I scream, and my skin, my voice bleed and I hope I wake up and it’ll all just be a dream. But it’s not, it seems.
I feel shunned though I have been told I’m loved, and that those ***** around me, who surround me love me.
But I find it hard to believe it now.
Time flies so fast for me
or does it stand still, I don’t know.
Minutes to hours, hours to days.
And it’s getting difficult for me to see
beyond the fog that clouds my thoughts, my eyes.
So I put on a mask
And do the impossible task
Of waking up every day
as I struggle to put on the play.
But the problem never goes away.
I slowly start shutting myself out from people,
stop going to places that are crowded
all the while enjoying being shrouded in the dark of my room.
I feel doomed.
I don’t like to cook,
I don’t feel like reading a book.
All satisfaction is gone and
I don’t know what’s wrong.
I don’t enjoy the things I used to.
There’s no purpose for me,
I feel.
No motivation.
Everything is just white noise.
Everything is static.
So I stand here now,
tired and weary,
at a path
so dark and dreary
leading to different directions,
all the while thinking
I don’t want to exist anymore.
Apr 7, 2017
Apr 7, 2017 at 11:06 AM UTC
I don’t know where to begin,
where to start,
or where to end
and where to stop.
I don’t know how to tell you what’s on my mind.
There are so many words missing, words I can’t find.
Because my mind is a warzone, it is a battlefield.
And my shield is broken and my weapons are blunt.
There’s nothing and no one to protect me in a war against myself.
I scream and I scream, and my skin, my voice bleed and I hope I wake up and it’ll all just be a dream. But it’s not, it seems.
I feel shunned though I have been told I’m loved, and that those ***** around me, who surround me love me.
But I find it hard to believe it now.
Time flies so fast for me
or does it stand still, I don’t know.
Minutes to hours, hours to days.
And it’s getting difficult for me to see
beyond the fog that clouds my thoughts, my eyes.
So I put on a mask
And do the impossible task
Of waking up every day
as I struggle to put on the play.
But the problem never goes away.
I slowly start shutting myself out from people,
stop going to places that are crowded
all the while enjoying being shrouded in the dark of my room.
I feel doomed.
I don’t like to cook,
I don’t feel like reading a book.
All satisfaction is gone and
I don’t know what’s wrong.
I don’t enjoy the things I used to.
There’s no purpose for me,
I feel.
No motivation.
Everything is just white noise.
Everything is static.
So I stand here now,
tired and weary,
at a path
so dark and dreary
leading to different directions,
all the while thinking
I don’t want to exist anymore.
