Everything Leads To This
Everything always leads back to this
Sitting on the floor searching for the words
But everything is empty
Empty thoughts, empty hopes, empty heart
Wondering how you got here
But there was no path
There was no trigger
Just sudden nothingness
You wonder how long this time
A couple hours, days, weeks, months?
And that's what makes it the worst
Not knowing when you'll feel again
And just when it becomes unbearable you wake up
And today you feel
You get out of bed and have breakfast
You have the energy to clean your room
You reach out to people
Things are finally looking up
It's been weeks of feeling alive again
And for a moment you think maybe it's permanent
And for a moment you feel weightless
But then it happens
You wake up feeling empty
All the relief and happiness is gone
And the dreadful realization sets in
That this will be your constant cycle
Because everything always leads back to this
Copyright © Brea Pond | Year Posted 2018
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