Get Up

Another sleepless night,

another listless day.

Another night I’ve felt alone,

I don’t know how to say

that I’m no good with no one there

and I know that’s not okay, but

lately I just fall apart

in every little way.


I’m fighting and trying

but I feel like I’m dying

and drowning and choking on it all.

I’m lost in the smoke

of the pain and the fear

but sometimes, at least, I’m here.


And fuck it all hurts

but I rub off the dirt

and get up again cause I know,

that despite all the pain

and despite the reclusion

I know I’m not really alone.

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