It's such a strange feeling.
I wake up and I feel I'm already dead.
I struggle through the monotony of each day
remembering what it felt like to be alive.
The world passes me by
but I take little notice.
There is nothing of interest happening here.
I catch glimpses of what I think is you,
it never is.
I feel like I'm already buried.
The weight of loss crushing me.
I can't wait to sleep again.
I close my eyes
because in my dreams I know I'm still alive.
And so are you.
Jul 9, 2014
Jul 9, 2014 at 4:39 AM UTC
It's such a strange feeling.
I wake up and I feel I'm already dead.
I struggle through the monotony of each day
remembering what it felt like to be alive.
The world passes me by
but I take little notice.
There is nothing of interest happening here.
I catch glimpses of what I think is you,
it never is.
I feel like I'm already buried.
The weight of loss crushing me.
I can't wait to sleep again.
I close my eyes
because in my dreams I know I'm still alive.
And so are you.
