James Gale

Fake it till you make it,
The pinnacle of adulthood,
My brain should not need convincing,
That being alive is good.

Please keep your feedback,

A simple walk,
Isn’t the magical fix,
I tried going outside,
It didn’t do the trick.

Don’t know how,
I still go working,
When it’s a full-time job,
Keeping myself alive.

To me, it’s ironic,
‘Cause beating this,
Will take a fight.
Yet I have no spark left within me,
To ignite even the smallest of light.

Hope has died here,
Its fire was put out long ago,
Now I’m just an actor,
Putting on a grand show.

Pretending to be normal,
And acting like I’m okay,
But when I’m alone,
I just wait for nothing
While I slowly decay.