Last section of the day: a time for recollection.
The selection of thoughts, done with high discretion.
The impression of today, betrayed by an expression
Of emptiness... and rejection, not to mention.
I know what'll be tomorrow, 'cause it happened today.
And it sorrows me that I force living another day.
The 'morrows scream to be filled another way --
I borrow the time, but I lead it astray.
Time is merciless, but the days I can withstand;
Living, though lifeless, lacking motivation to stand.
I rest sleepless, used to the incessant pain at hand.
I sleep restless, cursing the present for being bland.
Yesterday was indiffering: it had a start and and end.
I was suffering the life with which I had to tend.
Asking myself, in wasted days time had come to lend:
"I'm running on empty... must I do this all again?"
~~~ The product of a very emo 15yo me. I'm not surprised I still remember this. Enjoy.