Worse - Poem by Riley Choma
Have you ever sat in your room alone starting up at the ceiling all day?
Every part of you aches as your mind says just give up, so you lay there asking yourself..
“How did it get this bad? ”
You see they say everyone has a bad day, but what they don’t tell you is how it’s only bad until it is worse.
But when you are in a never ending journey from bad to worse, how can one know when it’s worse?
When it’s worse the words “wow I have never felt like this before” lose their sense of euphoria.
It is worse when you stop knowing why you are sad.
When you wake up and think “damn I am still here”; it is worse.
The thought of draining blood in a warm bath.
Everyone around you is more important, even those that have wronged you.
Have you ever closed your eyes all day?
Nothing feels like it works and your mind says I wish I could get up, so you lay there asking yourself…
“When did it get worse? ”
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