Dear To, Those Who Will Listen,
I'm so tired, I don't know how much longer I can go.
I tired of myself, tried of life, tired of all the things that come with it. I just want to sleep, but now, even my dreams taunt me to the great extent that of a nightmare. I wish for nothing; I just want peace.
Is that really hard to ask for?
I don't want to feel, I want to live in a world without me. Could that even happen? Is it impossible? Sometimes I feel like throwing myself away. I want to scream, I want to cry, and I want to yell- but I'm holding back.
"Don't waste your tears because you don't deserve to cry. Instead, you should be happy of the outcome of what you've done. It's all your fault."
That's what I've heard, that's what stuck in my head. It's all my fault, I'm the problem. I'm the burden and I will be the disappointment. Oh, nevermind- I already am.
I'm so sick and tired, I just want to disappear.
From me, someone who's empty and alone.
YOU ARE READING
Eunoia • Book Two
Poésie𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐁𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐈. • • • • • ❝ 𝑹𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓, 𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 ❞ • • • • • Book Two of Eunoia (Beautiful Thinking). A book with words dipped in the emotions of a young soul. • • • • • ❝ 𝑭𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐...
