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I have always worked hard But never found work hard Never before Has it felt such a chore My job is engaging But I'm changing I feel I'm a pale reflection A mere fraction Of me is present I'm absent My mind is elsewhere Struggling to care I used to care It made it easy to be there! This apathy Is draining me It's exhausting to smile Too much energy required I'm shattered before I arrive Just trying to survive I never used to pray For the end of the day What used to be easy Now takes all of me Shouldn't be this hard It's like I'm swimming through tar Empty of everything Not just energy Empty of all the things I need to be me To be here And I fear You'll see what I'm thinking On the brink of sinking Can't trust this shell Can't tell If you can see The battle in me Do you know what it takes To be this fake I'm angry through and through While I'm smiling at you This facade is tiresome Back in the rhythm Have you heard my sarcasm I'm so numb Detached and chained Deranged but refrained A turbulent storm Has my insides deformed This dusty barren show Takes every ounce of strength I own I can only hope That no one really knows But I wish they knew Just how few Pieces of me Are left trying endlessly To be all I was before But with the passion of a corps It's torturous, agonising This hollow chattering Exhausting, debilitating Laborious, my patience is failing Back to the grind they say It never used to grind this way!!
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Sep 18, 2017
Sep 18, 2017 at 3:04 PM UTC
Back to the grind
I have always worked hard But never found work hard Never before Has it felt such a chore My job is engaging But I'm changing I feel I'm a pale reflection A mere fraction Of me is present I'm absent My mind is elsewhere Struggling to care I used to care It made it easy to be there! This apathy Is draining me It's exhausting to smile Too much energy required I'm shattered before I arrive Just trying to survive I never used to pray For the end of the day What used to be easy Now takes all of me Shouldn't be this hard It's like I'm swimming through tar Empty of everything Not just energy Empty of all the things I need to be me To be here And I fear You'll see what I'm thinking On the brink of sinking Can't trust this shell Can't tell If you can see The battle in me Do you know what it takes To be this fake I'm angry through and through While I'm smiling at you This facade is tiresome Back in the rhythm Have you heard my sarcasm I'm so numb Detached and chained Deranged but refrained A turbulent storm Has my insides deformed This dusty barren show Takes every ounce of strength I own I can only hope That no one really knows But I wish they knew Just how few Pieces of me Are left trying endlessly To be all I was before But with the passion of a corps It's torturous, agonising This hollow chattering Exhausting, debilitating Laborious, my patience is failing Back to the grind they say It never used to grind this way!!
Returning to work after my brother was murdered
#work#depression#fake#pretence#hiding#failing#hating
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lizzy-sharples
32/F/Derby
Sep 18, 2017
Sep 18, 2017 at 3:04 PM UTC
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