Why is it so hard to get up in the morning?
To get my feet out of bed?
This emptiness pounds inside
It grows heavy in my chest
Like a boulder, I carry in my ribcage,
Yet it feels hollow in this time.
The night was spent uneasy
Now morning shines with little rest
I push on, moving forward,
One grudging step at a time.
But each step I take gets smaller
Climbing up this great incline.
Sometimes I just want to stop
And lay my head down for eternal rest
But I could never do it.
To the pounding heart within my lines
I find myself breaking,
Yet the outside is completely fine
I've molded myself into a fine shell,
that masks the thought of inner mind.
So no one asks if I'm okay
but my tongue can't utter one more lie
In the small cruel words that haunt me
"I promise that I'm fine"