calabasas

10

Chapter 10:
tired of life.
--
o l i v i a
I sat there, I couldn't speak at this point.
I couldn't do it anymore, its been weeks, I haven't gotten back to normal yet.
I don't think i ever will.

I felt so, so empty.

"Who am I?"

I know that I am not myself.
How do I help myself, how?

I haven't slept for weeks, im tired but not from lack of sleep.
I'm tired of sleep.
I'm broken.

People still wanted to talk to me.
But I didn't want to talk or communicate; I'm slowly dying.

So when your slowly dying, why get help?
When you're slowly dying, why talk to anyone?
When you're slowly dying, what do you do?
Nobody has helped me to cure me.
Save me please.
--
"just tired"
she muttered

but you could tell
it was not just a lack of sleep.

but a lack of hope
and happiness

that made her
act the way she did

(h.m)