Lackluster.Mature

I have a splitting headache.I should probably go outside and see the light of day, but its night and I'm not sure it'd do any good.

There is a heavy darkness that blankets the world,

I see these streets with filtered eyes

Lackluster existence,

brilliance is a privilege that my soul no longer emanates, 

Feeling is fleeting,

 My heart is beating but i make no sound

My lungs are involuntarily breathing, if they didn't I'm not sure I would beg them to do their job.

My only purpose is to dispose my bones under blankets,

 Seeking heat and tranquility but only finding a never-ending stock of headaches and tears-

This is the commemoration for all the years 

Spent knowing what I wanted to be when I grew up, and everyone I ever met saying how the sky was the limit,

That my smile glittered bright like the stars I would rest among someday.

 To you I owe an apology, 

Because quite frankly I have fallen flat in a grave that I've dug myself. 

I can fill graveyards with my motivations and dreams and goals,

You can fill libraries with all the ways I have surprised, disappointed, and left you unsatisfied.

This, like so much else lately, I have lost the energy to finish before the end could have been thought of, mapped out, loved,

So here I am, yet again, leaving you,

Littering the ground with the corpses of my attempts to greet tomorrow.... 

The End

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