Waking up is supposed to be a gift,
One of those miracles,
However, I dread waking up,
Living the day to day,
What anxiety gets brought up this time,
Who gets to talk me down — Oh! Two of you! What a treat!
What inevitable doom is bound to get me this time — I KNOW it's coming,
Are all the objects, sharp and otherwise, that can be used to self-harm hidden, good!
Stay awake! No need to sleep during the day, what do I do anyways? Just worry, does that seem tiring?
Therapy today! Now OT, PT, CBT, DBT, or TALK?
Time to get ready for sleep,
Did you write in journals 1, 2, and 4?
3 is for tomorrow,
Don't forget to process!
Now off to meditate,
AT LEAST 5 MINUTES!
Time to sleep, recharge,
If I sleep,
Either way, we start again at 8 am tomorrow.
About the Creator
Noah Renee
I'm Noah and I am a poet. I write from life experiences so it's not the happiest but it is relatable to people. I just write to write, so it's my best. I get what I get.
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