Motivation?
None.
Awake?
Barely.
Sleep?
All day.
Still tired?
Yes.
Empty just empty.
Hard to stay awake so very hard.
What's the point in getting out of bed when nothing comes of it?
What's the point of eating when there's no point to it?
What's the point in staying awake when sleeping is so peaceful?
What's the point of having motivation when you barely ever make anything good?
I rather just stay inside and sleep all day.
What's the point of talking?
when it's so peaceful being quiet no one even notices you're there.
But in reality the reason I don't talk is because no one wants to hear they all just talk over me and ignore me until I just stop talking in general so it's so peaceful being quiet cuz no one notices
It's like a vast open space that seems to never end.
there is a light that I keep chasing but never seem to get to
But there's one light that I always keep with me so close to my heart it would completely shatter if the light went out
I'm feeling down lately so weirdly enough I have more motivation to make these so this is shorter than usual so yeah I hope you enjoyed
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the Unknown
PoetryThis is about stuff in my actual life and things I actually feel these have some dark tones mention of suicide mention of cutting and dark tones like that so if that's a trigger to you please do not read these
