Getting out of Bed

Every day is a new day with new chaos and a new struggle 

Creeping with the anxiety, locked up in the dungeons of my own mind, holding my teddy bear I snuggle

Wide awake looking perfectly normal with undying and unheard complaints, I'm there loathing myself with the feelings that were smuggled

With all the feelings that were smuggled and the self loath I do to myself 

Hurting myself physically, to get the mental chaos out of my head

Courage, peace smile, confidence explain these words to me 

There is no running away  from all of this or else I'd just flee

After many attempts, I finally gather a little courage to get myself together 

Finally seem to visualize the chores of the day altogether 

but a single thought from the past creeping and sulking in my mind 

Drains all the courage I just gathered as if it's all inclined 

I feel declined, confined, and smothered to a level I also feel blind

I try again for hope, try getting up but oh! poor I

Oh! poor I getting discouraged with my own overthinking, taking me back to the cells with the demons in my mind or the crept in the caves underline 

Can't figure out which but it ain't all aligned  

Finally, the alarm rings, the scheduled plans are left undone for this morning again 

Once again I get out of my house with a hollow chest and a feeling of desolation 

Once again I am just existing, neither living nor thriving just existing 

Every morning is a new day with new chaos and a new struggle 

EVERYONE STRUGGLES WITH THEIR LIVES, SO LET'S TRY BEING COMPASSIONATE ABOUT EVERYONE'S FEELINGS BEFORE ITS TOO LATE 

                                                                                                                               -GARIMA SUBEDI