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.
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As a multimedia artist, I use stories, art, music, and poetry to explore emotions that are often easier to create than to explain.
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