Disheartened...
How do you grow up? Each day you wake with confusion, Paranoia and distress. Constant worry and overthinking. Torn between your priorities, Always sure to disappoint. By now, your dreams are dissipating. Your hopes are diluting. And pain is your oldest friend. Everyone around you is happy But you. Your juvenile tears roll down and bear no meaning. Each day your life is more cruel than the day before. We try and try To wear a weary smile when our souls are trapped in agony. You drag your feet behind you. No longer do you wish to pull through. But you do it anyways. Repeatedly you remind yourself you cannot go lower than this. Only to find out that... Life is an abyss with no end, No limit to pain or sorrow Or happiness or hope. It's just a plane... Where you fight to survive. And in the end, We all digress and rot From the inside- out.