Nothing's new
I'm moving, but I'm stuck
I am still where I was years ago
I can't even run away from it
I am always facing it, but not dealing with it
I'm tired
Honestly, so tired.
I don't even have the fire power to end it myself
I am just waiting
Slowly deteriorating
Longing
Waiting
Dying
YOU ARE READING
Written By Emotions
PoetryA collection Written by emotions Poems written with blood and tears
