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Yet Another Day

Another day, yet another day,
Just trying to get by.
Left myself in warpath.
Lost my balance,
And lost my head trying to get it back.
And still merrily we fall out of line,
No one seems to realize.
The light is dim,
And my smile, it lacks a glow.
Nothing here feels right.
Quiet face, silent mind,
Nothing left on the inside.
Silent mourn, full of despair.
Confidence is left to wither.
Its like they sit and they watch me,
They poke and they taunt me.
That’s all that they do.
Why, oh why, do you do this to me?
Tear me apart.
Laying shattered on the floor now,
Still somehow wearing a pretty face,
Because I fake it all so well.
My lack of faith in this beautiful life,
My knowing of it taunts me.
Falling into nothing, its not alright.
This thing, myself, breaking down.
I don’t feel welcome anymore.
Can’t quiet this mind that will wander,
Yet there is a silence that cuts me to the core.
I’m shaking, now on my knees,
Feel so low, and then feel nothing at all.
Just want to be something, a name you call.
Inhale, be steady,
And exhale like your ready, if your ready or not.
They fill me up, they pour me out,
Not once do you hear me shout.
My head is so heavy.
My heart is so empty.
So why then, do I justify?
A mess it grows.
So this is what I get for taking on the world.
Tell me it is over now, please wont you give it all back.
Constantly waiting for an end to all of this.
Flashback to when it was perfect.
I’m not so sure.
I knew for a minute, but I don’t anymore.
I miss the days when there was nothing to figure out, everyone could see.
I miss the days when they all believed in me.





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