Mornings

Every day starts off the same

I open my eyes to start my day

But this empty feeling won’t go away

I lay there awake in my bed

With feelings of bad rushing through my head

I finally touch my feet onto the floor

But I cannot fathom what’s behind that door

Without a feeling of shame

I turn the knob with a trembling hand

Sweaty palms and a racing heart

It feels like I’m sinking in quick sand

I don’t know where to start

But it’s time to take a stand

And get through this day without falling apart

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