When did everyone grow up?
These people act like they know the secrets of the universe,
but my question is...
When did I stop knowing?
Every morning
I pretend that I'm awake,
That everything is okay.
The truth is, I no longer feel alive.
And so I thought everyone felt this way...
But they don't.
They look forward to talking to their friends.
To going on vacation.
To living their everyday.
And I?
I look forward to closing my eyes.
To hoping that today will be different.
That maybe when I wake up in the morning I'll actually be awake.
When will this unnerving sadness end?
When will I feel alive?
When?
(-DF-08/24/16-)
Aug 24, 2016
Aug 24, 2016 at 11:45 AM UTC
When did everyone grow up?
These people act like they know the secrets of the universe,
but my question is...
When did I stop knowing?
Every morning
I pretend that I'm awake,
That everything is okay.
The truth is, I no longer feel alive.
And so I thought everyone felt this way...
But they don't.
They look forward to talking to their friends.
To going on vacation.
To living their everyday.
And I?
I look forward to closing my eyes.
To hoping that today will be different.
That maybe when I wake up in the morning I'll actually be awake.
When will this unnerving sadness end?
When will I feel alive?
When?
(-DF-08/24/16-)
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