Every morning is the same question:
"Why do I wake up?"
And every time, it's harder to answer.
Every day I march to war
to fight the demons that blur my world,
but the only weapon I have is a fake smile.
Every afternoon I try to forget that day:
the cold tiled floor cradling me
as I kissed a bottle of pills.
Every evening I think of my parent's relief
of packing my things and
never spending another penny on a rotten child
Every heart beat that runs in my thing throat
is nothing but a reminder of worthlessness.
Every tear is a scream -
it reverberates in an aching head.
Every minute, I ask myself questions
I don't know that answer to.
Why do I try anymore?
Nov 13, 2013
Nov 13, 2013 at 10:24 PM UTC
Every morning is the same question:
"Why do I wake up?"
And every time, it's harder to answer.
Every day I march to war
to fight the demons that blur my world,
but the only weapon I have is a fake smile.
Every afternoon I try to forget that day:
the cold tiled floor cradling me
as I kissed a bottle of pills.
Every evening I think of my parent's relief
of packing my things and
never spending another penny on a rotten child
Every heart beat that runs in my thing throat
is nothing but a reminder of worthlessness.
Every tear is a scream -
it reverberates in an aching head.
Every minute, I ask myself questions
I don't know that answer to.
Why do I try anymore?
