i live in a week which consists of one long day..
i live in a month which consists of one long week..
monday morphs painfully into tuesday..
then into wednesday and so forth.
everyday feels the same.
everyday feels no different.
and everyday the pain just deepens.
and though the sky gets blacker
and it gets more tiresome to breathe
and fresh air is a distant memory.
i feel none of it.
nothing.
zilch.
it's hard to express how you feel
especially when you keep trying to surpress your feelings
it's hard to cry
especially when you're too tired to tear
it's hard to sleep
especially when your mind won't stop running in circles
it's hard to make your words rhyme
especially when you dont know what to say.
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