The daylight has faded into dusk.
I’m still hours,
Maybe even days
Away from sleep.
Sitting here alone with my thoughts
And a growing sense of dismay.
My self-worth was never truly palpable,
Simply a hallucination created somewhere
Within the darkest, most depraved
Corners of my mind.
How quickly the illusion has vanished and
Became the most futile of emotions
That is jealousy.
Naivety, much like ignorance,
Is truly bliss.
Reality has crumbled the walls
Of what I had created,
Giving away to truth.
Everything has become crystal clear.
Facts, they were not,
Merely fabrications contrived
From the coldest of hearts
And the sickest of minds.
My cheerful expression is purely a facade
To fool onlookers.
Should they look past the exterior,
They would see a soul that is dying.
An abyss of pain and anguish.
There is no salvation for such a damaged spirit.
Now here I am,
Maybe even days away
Unable to relinquish
Thoughts of my lack of significance…
Why I’m not good enough…
How I could be replaced so easily…
These thoughts unreasonably become
Tears which burn my eyes
And roll down my cheeks.
And I’m still hours,
Maybe even days away from sleep.