today has been a normal day
until nightfall
suddenly the warm utopia
is overshadowed by sadness
and i don't know what to do
i get into the shower
and i wash my hair
clean myself
and i don't realise until soon after
that i've had long moments of silence
sitting there
in between me singing along to songs
it is way past my bedtime
and my hair is still dripping
like there's no tomorrow
and sometimes i wish there wasn't
i am told
to dry my hair
and then again
i have my moments of silence
in the spur of the moment
i turn off the blow-dryer
and lay myself under my blankets
despite the radiating heat from it
i am okay with this
at least i am feeling
so now i lay in bed thinking
how tired i am
it's half past eleven
and i want to promise myself that
i won't wake up at three
and i realise
that i would be okay
with flames licking my skin
with being thrown under a bus
as long
as
i am
feeling something
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dysphoria
Poetrycoffee is supposed to keep me awake you are supposed to make me happy instead it's the complete opposite. dysphoria dɪsˈfɔːrɪə/ noun a state of unease or generalized dissatisfaction with life. "adolescents with depression, dysphoria, mania, and anxi...
