I push daily,
Getting out of bed,
Brushing my teeth,
Going to college,
Trying to sleep.
It got tiring,
This cycle never ends,
I lost my face in the mirror,
Don’t even know who I am.
Miss the sky,
Stars shining all over it,
I think to myself sometimes,
Hoping that I will be apart of it,
My light being up there,
To guide the blind.
Feb 8, 2025
Feb 8, 2025 at 1:30 PM UTC
I push daily,
Getting out of bed,
Brushing my teeth,
Going to college,
Trying to sleep.
It got tiring,
This cycle never ends,
I lost my face in the mirror,
Don’t even know who I am.
Miss the sky,
Stars shining all over it,
I think to myself sometimes,
Hoping that I will be apart of it,
My light being up there,
To guide the blind.