Routine
I woke up this morning
And I tried to get dressed
But my body was hurting
And I was too damn depressed
I don't want to try
I want to give in
I'm too scared to die
But I can't keep livin'
I finally pulled
Myself out of bed
But still I am ruled
By voices in my head
I go to the bathroom
And comb though my hair
But I'm stuck in this tomb
Now that doesn't seem fair
I go through my day
Like a zombie revived
There's not much to say
Since I barely survived
The day comes to an end
But not one dream is seen
You asked me, my friend
Now you know my routine
poem by Anonymous Ghurl
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