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I said to myself
I'd do laundry today
Got out my coins
Picked out the quarters
Sorted through clothes
But what's the point?
If I can just stay home
What's another day away from everybody?
What's another day stuck inside my room?
Hidden from view, under my covers
I can easily let today slip like any other
I said to myself
I'd take a step forward today
Inquired about job training
Set up an orientation
But why get out of bed?
If I stay stuck inside my head
What's another day pacing to and fro?
What's another day waiting for Fear to slow?
Holding my breath, till the panic lifts
I can easily zone out today, using distractions
What's another day more?
Wishing the people I care for,
Cares for me back
As if they're a shooting star,
And I can just ask
No, it doesn't work like that
He's leaving
(For wanting a hug)
He's leaving
(For telling him I don't feel loved)
He's leaving
(For being an all around pathetic,
Good for nothing
Disgusting
Loser
"Don't call me your father")
But I should be the one gone
Do you ever get a little bit tired of life
Like you're not really happy but you don't wanna die
Like you're hanging by a thread but you gotta survive
'Cause you gotta survive
What's another day more?
Wishing the people I care for,
Cares for me back
As if they're a shooting star,
And I can just ask
No, it doesn't work like that
That was my favourite part, but I really liked the whole piece. I especially like the way you wrote a couple of example scenarios about everyday activities and then went deeper into the feelings.