Some days I just
can't focus.
Can't keep up the pretence
that I'm feeling anything
other than grey,
I just want to
switch off the sun,
retire to sleep for the day
and return once
I've become less forlorn.
Some days I just can't.
Can't smile.
Can pretend to be happy
for a few moments at a time
but inside I'm drowning
in thickening slime.
I just want to switch off my brain.
Retire to sleep,
Listen to pouring rain
as I feel my eyes weep.
Some days I can't,
It's easy to say
pick yourself up,
put a smile on,
but sometimes
you can barely
even carry on,
its like a short circuit,
connection gone wrong.
Existence can feel like a curse
and nothing can lift you
from this bleakest of universes.
Yeah, I can fake a smile,
I can laugh and joke, but inside...
Inside things have started
to prod and poke.
So sometimes I can't,
No solutions will do,
nothing suits, because you can't
feel what I do. You may empathise,
but you won't see it through my eyes.
or feel it swirl over your life
like a cyclone
ready to cause strife.
Thanks for reading
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