Remaining the Same By Unwritten Routine

Everyday when the sun bullies me from bed The covers are thrown, and I soon reminisce What kept me up and put me to bed last night The dreams that followed me while I was awoke In these dreams, Scarlet is my name Red and crimson are the rage I've longed to rid myself of As my feet hit the floor, blisters hang around my soles From the times I walked aimlessly to search for the moment When I'll be so happy, death will soon take me away He will hold me in peace and whisper to rest Before the afternoon is done My daily breakdown sets in Started by tears and ending in darkness That will settle and slowly rot my soul Preservation is key; When it comes to holding the bad Dis-regard the good,I was born into Unwritten every day is the chapters of my life Nobody will read it for each carry their own copy of themselves Sun down, on the bed again thinking over the mission-less objectives I screwed over Back to the nightmares of one I am the only one who will rise against myself I am the only one who will ever love myself But where is my self-love It's not in the closet or under a bed I might know where it's at..... Gone like the petals of a dandelion Plucked until despise is what I have left I have no love to give for it will never be given to me From myself or others, but I'm used to it by now So much numbness, feeling would kill me If I wasn't already partially dead