Word Count: 84
Story Notes: So... I haven't updated in 2 weeks. Oops. Another poem I wrote at work. Just trying to get some thoughts out.
Lonely, I sit here
In a bed that’s not my own
I wonder if my life
Is on the right track
Is this job
The job that I was meant to have
Is this life
The life that I was meant to lead
The life that I was meant to lead
Time goes by
Everything changes
Nothing for the better
I feel my sanity slipping through my fingers
I can’t remember the last time
I felt confident about the future
I can’t remember the last time
I knew everything would be okay
I felt confident about the future
I can’t remember the last time
I knew everything would be okay
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