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Show of hands
Today was always going to be hard,
I went to sleep knowing this.
But my feelings inside are the biggest barriers by far
Of why, today, I'm avoided by happiness.
If I could sleep all day, I think that I would.
To wake and my heart not weigh
As much as I think any ones heart could.
To wake up and have the ability to be ok.
But I cannot sleep away this feeling,
The more I do nothing the more that it grows.
I have to put in the effort if I want to start healing
It’s a difficult thing, with ups and downs as I go.
But still if you asked for a show of hands,
Of who among us hasn’t felt this way,
I think that maybe then I’d begin to understand
How to make it through on trying days.
It’s like walking with weights around my waist,
The air feels heavy and dense.
The place where my heart was has been replaced
With an anxious and paranoid emptiness.
Despite all my wishes, the day carries on.
There's no shortcuts or easy way around.
I have a feeling tomorrow this feeling won't be gone
But at least maybe tomorrow my heart will be found.
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