The Descent

At this moment it hurts to breathe,

I don’t want to wake just to feel the same,

My thoughts race but there’s nothing left.

It hurts to look in the mirror—to wear my skin,

Tomorrow is now in the past but still the world

Refrains from noticing there is something wrong.

I can’t seem to hide anywhere without a reminder,

I tried to run away but with each step brought closer.

At this moment I don’t want to move,

I just want to lay here forever as my tears dry.

Let the voices carry me away, as the thoughtless sing—

I want to feel the contrast of pain and ecstasy,

And the descent of joy to sorrow…Maybe back again.

At this moment I want to be anybody,

Anybody in the world but me.

      DannYetman

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