The mind works, but there are no dreams
Only born to live day to day
Surviving on survival, week to week
Waking up is the hardest part of the day
Knowing that you have to suffer just to get by
Doesn't seem fair that others have it better
Head tilted upwards and asking the clouds why?
Workplace is cold and dismal
Loneliness, a trusting companion
Robotic and lifeless in the daily chores
Struggle to pretend you're still human
Communication becomes a lost art
Those voices can't reach your ears
Only the work keeps you occupied
To temporarily ease their evergrowing fears
Come home to an empty house
Greeted by the walls, the furniture and such
Sitting in a chair that faces a distant window
Reflection screams that you're life isn't worth much
2 comments:
I think most of us have been there at some time in our lives. I can only say that, like all things, it passes. Hold on and think of those who love you. x
You are such a passionate and sensitive individual. Your words burn in my soul.
Life can be extremely difficult when emotionally battered, as a child, as an adult. To want intimacy but at the same time, repelled by it truly drops an individual into the depths of the abyss. Sometimes, we analyze until we are paralyzed. Sometimes the best thing is just to take it one step at a time. Looking at the whole picture is overwhelming and sets up a whole host of “what if’s” and fears. Welshcakes said hold on to those who love you. I agree. *hug*
~Nina Fox
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