My LifeA Poem by Blake McGarrah
Clawing, scratching, trying to hold on with all of my might. Slowly losing my sanity but forever i will fight. I wanna give up, but i want to go on, is this how everyone feels or is it just me? People will say that we're friends but really they don't know me, all they know is my shell. A fake act i put on, mask i draw a fake smile on. When i go out I'm all smiles, but just under the surface my souls exhausted its ran so many miles. I have friends that bring happy moments but they're not there 24/7 so when I'm home alone the darkness starts to creep in. Taking over my mind, picking it apart piece by piece. My soul in never ending agony, all i want is peace. Happiness I chase, but it seems more like a race. The end of my lifeline is the finish line and Im in last place. No real reason for feelings, traumatized so often I don't even have any feelings. An empty shell no emotions inside, a lost soul without a home left to wonder till it dies. Ask how i feel you'll mostly get lies, but honestly when i say it i truly am tired. Not from lack of sleep though but from keeping up this fake act though. Im not happy when i smile, I'm just relieved for a moment. All the pain i have lifted up for a moment. Until I'm alone again then it sets in again. This is my life on loop, repeat the same thing everyday. But when I'm out in the open it sort of feels pike its not when I put on my fake persona similar to if i was a character in a play.
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