It's like waking up to fog for weeks
Feeling heavy even if you haven't eaten for days
It's like your eyes are full of clouds
that hold too much rain to let you see the sun again
It's like sleeping for hours and never feeling awake
It's like not knowing the next time you'll actually want to leave your room
It's like fighting to do tasks that used to come so easy
It's brushing your hair or making yourself lunch and feeling exhausted afterwards
It's laughing when you're out and feeling empty again when you've stopped It's like having a mind that begs you to quit
in a body that still wants you to live.
YOU ARE READING
I Love You.
RandomHey girl, Girl up at 3am crying because you can't breath. I love you. Hey boy, At 6am. Crying because you have to go back to hell. I love you. "They say that writers are born with sadness in their bones;but I think every one is born with misery in t...
