Wake up, stretch
put my feet down
on the floor
time for another
day in hell.
Sleep should be relief
its not
just a pause in
the reel of life.
Sometimes I wonder
is it even worth
going through this
should I give up
or fight some more.
Its wearing on me
every day I feel
more like a shell
my soul flickering
like a dying candle.
I used to be strong
confident, assured
a facade really
pretending to be fine
but screaming inside.
Who am I now?
Wish I knew.
The mirror lies
it shows me nothing
but I know
I'm not dead yet.
So good morning sun
I'll rise to greet you
yet again
I'll fight once more
to find meaning
to continue living
to feel alive
until sister moon
embraces me again.
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