It's exhausting.

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Everything is so confusing and tiring, makes me feel sick.

I don't know what I'm doing now,
I feel so drained yet energetic 24/7.

Everything is blurry all the time,
People keep asking me what's wrong

Yet I can never answer how I want to.

"Hey, you okay?"
Yeah, I'm fine.

"Dude, talk to me..."
I wish I could.

"You look mad, is it cause of me?"
No, it's not... You're okay, it's fine...

I can't.
"You say that too much."
That's because it's true,
I can't fucking do anything.

I wish I could just
Vanish.

I wish everything could just leave me alone to rot,
I don't want to exist anymore.

"But people care about you!"
I wish they didn't.

Hell, I constantly beg and beg for attention and care, why want to be friends with that??

I don't understand people.

I don't understand anything anymore.
I wish I did, I wish a lot of things.

I want to understand the world,
and myself for that matter.

But nothing makes sense,
Nothing I do, or say, or like...

Nothing makes sense.

I'm always confused,
Or upset,
Or masking my emotions.

It's frustrating,
I can't be awake without masking.

It's tiring,
So fucking exhausting.

I wake up everyday and feel like I've been awake for hours,
Yet I've been sleeping for over ten hours.

I go to school and have my friends talk to me,
I look so happy with that supid mask on.

I always make a joke out of my emotions,
He looked at me concerned last time.

"Are you okay?"
Yeah I wanna cry lol.

He looked like he wanted to help in some way,
But he knows.

Shit, I really wanted to just run up to him and hug him,
I wanted to just stand there and cry on him.

Haha I didn't even want to do that with my S.O. in a serious relationship.

I wanted to just hug someone, anyone,
I wanted to cry on them and let go of this stupid mask.

Why can't I let go of the dumb fucking mask??
It's like it's glued onto my face and emotions...

I want to rip it off,
Let people see me.


So many words, yet such a little amount of time.

I'm posting this cause I don't exactly feel like this anymore, but I'm glad I got it off my chest a while ago.

Cya next time.

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