Envy

Sometimes I wish
I could be strong like you.
I've deteriorated to the point
where the only reason I know
I'm alive is because of the

sound of my beating heart
lulling myself into a torpor.
I find myself
half heartedly wishing
I wouldn't wake up the next day.

If you could only
understand how weak I feel
and how overcome
with apathy I am.
I know the first step

is to gather the energy
to roll out of bed
and face the morning
but you see my dear,
it gets harder each day.

I wish I were as strong as you
to overcome this hell
that I call reality.
I envy how you handle yourself
In a world like this.

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