I thought it was okay not to feel alright,
To let sadness and tiredness overflow,
To embrace sorrow with open arms,
Believing brighter days would eventually show.
But I was wrong,
Waiting for problems to magically mend,
Welcoming sadness and fatigue all along,
Pretending that I was okay till the end.
Maybe this is just who I am,
Perhaps they're right, I don't deserve happiness,
A fate destined to feel this way, damn,
Born to endure perpetual unluckiness.
I'm tired,
Tired of pretending, tired of it all,
Weary of carrying this heavy load,
Tired of feeling violated, ready to fall.
Emptiness isn't nothing, it's the heaviest weight,
And now I'm tired, tired of this perpetual state.
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The Sound of Silence
Non-FictionHave you ever dared to listen to the whispers of silence? It may seem like a deafening void, but if you open your ears and heart, you will uncover a tale that is yet to be told. It could be the story of a universe unfolding, the murmur of your own...
