My Daily Chore

by Torn   Dec 22, 2005


I wake up in the morning,
With a dreading thought.
The next 24 hours ahead,
Happiness cannot be bought.

I linger for a while,
I struggle to get out of bed.
Already too tired to go on,
With these hassling thoughts in my head.

The morning holds some fights,
And meaningless questions.
Of my habits and ways,
I have better learned my lesson.

I make my way to school,
Where the doom sinks deeper.
I feel alone and used,
This knife has become a keeper.

I dread to go home,
I can't take anymore.
Of the loneliness and reality,
That awaits at my front door.

I trudge through the evening,
Trying to make myself invisible.
But nothing i ever do is right,
I'm now completely unapproachable.

This is nothing new,
Nothing exciting anymore.
This is half of my story,
Of my impossible daily chore.

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  • 18 years ago

    by Timothy B

    Our lives are what we make of them.

    Nice poem. good writing
    Tim

  • 18 years ago

    by Solace

    I can relate so much to this. It's like your daily struggles never become old they just become worse sometimes. Hang in there I'm always here. xx:

    *> : PainOfOne

  • 18 years ago

    by Jamie

    I know exactly how you feel, but it does get better, it really does life is up and down that's just how things have to go and we'd never learn anything

    I make my way to school,
    Where the doom sinks deeper.
    I feel alone and used,
    This knife has become a keeper.

    that was my favorite part 5/5

  • 18 years ago

    by BeautifulDisaster

    Wow, this is my life everyday hun, such a beautiful poem, thanks for writing it, it definetly describes me, you're not alone in this my dear, we can make it through together, hang in there,xxoo

  • 18 years ago

    by I.Dont.Own.Emotion.I.RENT.

    Awww Anna its soo good! but come on lets think positive! chin up hun. lyl~lex

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