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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Have you ever wondered what it's like to sit alone at night wondering what the hell is wrong with you?
Every day feels like a blur and ever night the dark clouds surround you more.
The mask is off and the smile you wear so well melts in a puddle of exhaustion
Nothing goes wrong, yet you feel so terrible.
Angry, yet you also don't care.
Caring isn't something you do often, but it's also the thing you do most
Every day you fight, and knowing one day it will be to death
Awaiting for the day to possibly be saved
But having ignored the feelings for so long
No one is worried about you anymore
The mask seemed so real
You thought it was too.
And now you don't know what to do.
The blades are beside your bed
Awaiting for their command
But it's the time of year where you are expected to take off those layers
So you struggle to find that release
You shouldn't be like this
Nothing is wrong around you
It's going so well
Accomplishing a lot
But also being relaxed
Not perfect
Although content
When the thoughts come near
You know they aren't real
But they are stronger because you won't get help
The dark clouds know your weakness
and know how to tie you up
in a knot that is impossible to untie
That is what it's like to sit alone at night wondering what the hell is wrong with you

Submitted: September 08, 2021

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