In the depths of exhaustion,
I navigate days heavy with unspoken burdens.
To family, it appears as idleness,
To friends, a sea of doubts and unheard cries.
My days blur in shades of weariness,
Lost in noise, adrift in my own silence.
Hope dims in rooms where fatigue lingers,
In the grip of relentless exhaustion.
This journey through weariness
Is paved with unseen struggles and silent screams.
Echoes carry the weight of unspoken words,
In the quiet embrace of burnout's shadows.
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PS: I hate being burnt out.
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Trapped in my own head
PoetryShe is an outcast. She finds it easier to express what she feels in the form of writing. Whether it is poems, letters or long texts. These are poems that she writes trying to describe how it feels to live with certain mental health issues, in a worl...
