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The Feeling of Sinking
It’s getting so difficult to stay awake
My meal from dinner is still on it’s plate
I don’t feel tired, but it’s so so late
But the thought of the dark makes me hyperventilate
The darkness is where the overthinking begins
I can feel my brain beginning to spin
I feel like I’m spiraling, falling deeper and deeper in
Nothing but awful thoughts blowing through the wind
I go to school happy though I’m screaming on the inside
I’ll finish my work though I’m being swept by the tide
My thoughts of any happiness have started to slide
But no one will ever know how many times I’ve cried
And until that time comes, I will lay in my bed
Not to sleep, to let the thoughts run through my head
I can’t adapt to the pain, so I’ll avoid it instead
I’ll cover my face with a mask to hide my dread
It’s not like anyone cares, they all have happy lives
Without a care in the world, nothing breaking their strides
Everyone lies and says, “It’s going to be fine.”
So I’ll hide with my music ‘till I’m someone I don’t recognize
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