I'm running on empty,
Yet the world keeps spinning fast,
Each day blurs into the next,
How long can this last?
I wake up feeling nothing,
Just the weight of it all,
The to-do lists and deadlines,
Pushing me until I fall.
I've forgotten how to breathe,
How to pause and just be,
Every second feels like drowning,
In a sea that's swallowing me.
The fire I had is gone,
Burned out, turned to ash,
I'm a shell of who I was,
Running a race I'll never dash.
I try to rest, to find some peace,
But my mind won't let me go,
It's always racing, always chasing,
A finish line I'll never know.
I want to stop, to just exist,
Without the weight of all this strain,
But every time I slow down,
I feel the creeping pain.
Burnout's a silent thief,Stealing the joy I once knew,Now all that's left is the exhaustion,Of just making it through.
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Little Pieces
PoetryA collection of short poems that reflect the ups and downs of daily life, exploring themes of struggle, growth, and the search for belonging. Each piece reflects a moment, a feeling, or a memory, offering a glimpse into the journey of self-discovery.
