i hope that one day you'll see me the way i see you. though, we both know its hopeless and i am a fool for believing so.
Like Sisyphus I'll
keep pushing that rock, reliving
my punishments and regrets
each time I roll up
that hill.
I'll keep pushing
knowing that no
matter how many peaks
I climb, you'll never love me back.
No amounts of strength or
determination will make you do so.
But still, I do
so anyways because
I can never stop,
even if prayed for.
You are the end I wish
to meet when I reach the
top, only for the rock
to come tumbling down
and I am once again, a
brokenhearted fool.
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existential crisis: wellness and health
Poetryfor the ones who are hurt, heartbroken, overthinking, overwhelmed, and feel like they're slowly suffocating: OR for the ones who are deeply madly in love, are terribly obsessed, and or in a state of unrequitedness: "I hope you find the comfort you a...
