Tap Dancing on the Moon

Emo Posting

Today was kind of trash,

And tomorrow's prospects aren't looking so great, either.

Having feelings is incredibly exhausting.

Having mental illness is incredibly exhausting.

Being human is incredibly exhausting.

Everything is exhausting,

Overwhelming,

Confusing,

Frustrating,

Disappointing,

Disturbing,

And so on, and so on.

I don't know if anyone around me would be able to believe it

If they could know just how exhausted I really am,

On all levels.

But nevertheless, I march forward,

One foot in front of the other.

Or maybe I crawl–whatever has to be done.

If I'm honest, sometimes I think I'm on a train

That can only go backwards.

And if I'm honest again,

Sometimes I feel that I don't want to get off.