exhaustion is a visitor turned lover
he sleeps in my bed when i'm restless
drinking energy from the marrow
of my bones, he left me physically drained
mentally i've been hollowed out
run from my home
without much clue of what exactly
home means anymore
exhaustion has become of me
from constantly competing when
i've only ever been made for second place
never more, maybe less
rat's race - my will has died
there's little point, there never was
resigned to my incompetence and
settled in my loneliness
