No One In The Morning
So, your eyes snap open in the morning
And you start to squint in pain at the flooding day
And you start to wonder if you should
Swing your legs over your bed and begin anew.
But something stops you.
As you awaken, so do the voices awaken.
Harsh reminders that,
No one will see you for who you are.
No one will notice that you are troubled.
No one will ask you to be their friend.
No one will realize your true darkness.
No one will fill your empty spaces.
No one will hear you scream so loud.
No one will ever truly be there for you.
So maybe, since solitude is such a warm and welcome blanket,
You'll stay in bed today anyway.
And you start to squint in pain at the flooding day
And you start to wonder if you should
Swing your legs over your bed and begin anew.
But something stops you.
As you awaken, so do the voices awaken.
Harsh reminders that,
No one will see you for who you are.
No one will notice that you are troubled.
No one will ask you to be their friend.
No one will realize your true darkness.
No one will fill your empty spaces.
No one will hear you scream so loud.
No one will ever truly be there for you.
So maybe, since solitude is such a warm and welcome blanket,
You'll stay in bed today anyway.
posted by Alexander at 12:33 PM
3 Comments:
Yeah, I recognize that feeling. You've hit a subject that many can identify with, and yet you make it personal. Isn't that what good writing is? *wink*
he he, that's not me at all. during school it's the inner struggle of complying to an incipid society and dealing with high school drama all day, or doing what i really want to; bathing in the luxury of not habing a fixed schedule and doing whatever i want to. in summer it all kinda slurs together and i'm not sure where to draw the line between being in bed asleep and being outside playing. i'm so trunky for summer...
You know that I know this feeling. I'd read this before, but only now do I comment. There is a reason, although, if you wish to know, it is apocryphal.
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