Hopefully tomorrow.
Hopefully tomorrow i will do the washing, Instead of sitting in the basket at the edge of the room. Piling up after days. Hoping i'll take the dishes out that are getting bad from staying out all day.
Hopefully, i'll do it tomorrow.
Lately i've been running on empty, everything seems too draining. I'm tired. Even when i sleep, i'm still tired. I hate to look into the mirror because i see the chaos i have become. When i think about it, there isn't much that i could of done to help. I could of stopped myself feeling this way when i was spiraling but i let myself fall. Not on purpose, but because its too strong. I know when i start spiraling everything starts crashing.
I hope there be a day in my life where my head doesn't feel like it's constantly fighting. The war is getting tiring. The doctors say, do this you and you'll be fine, it takes time.
Hopefully tomorrow.
I'll feel fine.
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Poetic feelings
PoetryA poetic rose that has been wounded with thorns. Words put into feelings, that has been hidden away and turned into a page. Warning: does involve mental health situations.
