Today's The Day

I have depression and anxiety disorder and thoughts, poems, well, days like these happen all the time.

Two hands on the wheel.

Is that even necessary

Who gives a f**k any way?

this is my day.

pink and red tones reflect off of the scattered clouds;

even the sky knows this is the day.

My emotions are nonexistent,

along with my fear.

I could stop any moment.

But look, I’m still here.

I persevere.

Or, I guess I just didn’t stop.

Maybe today isn’t the day,

maybe I have it all wrong.

maybe one day these feelings and thoughts won’t be all tied up in a knot.

maybe one day I’ll be able to breathe deeply and not get all choked up.

maybe I’ll believe it when people tell me I’m worth something,

that I’m beautiful, and kind.

That there’s no one else to take my place, absolutely no one comes to mind. 

Slowly drowning,

yes that’s exactly how it feels,

to know that you’re lying when you say “it gets better from here”.

you know its not real

You know that by the end of the day tomorrow you’ll just be one foot deeper.

Sinking more and more, into the black depths that only get bleaker.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Treason and Metal]

You know.. U thought me something today.. I'm really sorry carefree person and I use swear words a lot but I always bulk at letting the F word or generally cuss words appear in my work.. but here u were doing the poem proud.. The brazen nature only added to the beauty.. Thank u