Maybe Tomorrow
By eloise2006
maybe tomorrow i will put my clothes away
they’ve been scattered on my floor for days
and yet somehow all i do is walk over them
picking them up seems so draining and yet so simple
i’m tired, although i slept for 10 hours. i’m tired
i’m tired of doing nothing
i’m tired of laying in bed all day
i’m tired.
the mirror haunts me
the person reflecting back to me is not someone i want to see
it’s not someone i want to be
and somehow she’s the person i’ve become
but there’s nothing that can be done
i stopped when i began to fall
and since then all i have been doing is falling
in to this hole
this pit of darkness
that i cannot get out of
i sit there and wonder
‘what if i just put my clothes away?’
‘would i be cured’
this shadow wouldn’t lurk over me
i wouldn’t be this person i didn’t want to be
maybe tomorrow
i will finally put them away.
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