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Nov 2013
I'm in a stagnant place
Stuck on autopilot
Don't even recognize my face
Always reserved, always quiet

I feel very alone
Even with family & friends
I am always prone
To feel like I'm at my end

Every day is not new
No motivation, just doubt
An endless cycle of devalue
All I ever do is space out

I get drunk and high
To try & escape this reality
But all I do is ask why
Not even drugs are enough for me

I wonder when this will leave
And when I'll feel normal
I don't think I'll ever believe
That I'll feel anything but mournful

I only wish to sleep all day
And stay hidden in my bed
That is the only way
To cope with these thoughts in my head
© Peyton 2013
Emily
Written by
Emily  Austin
(Austin)   
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