Today is a new day
Marylandgirl40
January 25th
Cherish today because tomorrow is never a promise write your goals down and let's get a new year started.
themerlin
January 27th
@Marylandgirl40 Everyday like living ***
The Beginning of the Day? It feels like pouring salt on open wounds. My eyes open, but instead of peace, there’s a strange weight pressing on my chest. The world says each day is a new opportunity, but for me, it’s the start of yet another battle.
The room is in disarray, mirroring the chaos within my mind. When I look at the clock, time has either rushed too far ahead or dragged too long. I can’t seem to grasp time; it’s either "now" or "never." Plans for the day? They collapse before they even begin.
Talking to people? Another torment. Their smiles seem fake, their words hollow. I get lost in their superficial conversations, trying to silence the deep voice within me. But what’s the point? Every word, every sentence stings like a thorn. They mock my efforts, trample on my sincerity with their selfishness, and I... I collapse under the weight of their expectations.
Midway through the day, there are moments when I question if I’m doing things right. But then reality slaps me hard: the question of right or wrong only matters if someone cares. Here, no one does.
Evenings? They’re like a funeral for the day. I return home carrying exhaustion, shame, and a sense of incompleteness. Alone in my room, yet still without peace. The same thoughts, the same anger, the same deep turmoil consume me from within.
Night? It’s another battle. Sleep comes, but peace doesn’t. Dreams appear, but they’re not dreams—just reflections of emptiness. This is the time when my own self attacks me, reminding me of my decisions, my mistakes, my failures.
People say, “Tomorrow is a new day.” Yes, it will be. But for me, there’s no difference between tomorrow and today. Both are the same wounds, the same burdens. This life, this day... it’s a circle I am forced to walk, endlessly.
This is my day—a day I don’t live but merely endure. Is this truly life? Or just a silent punishment?