the deluded ones [#2]

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february 12th, 2017

i am a puzzle. people put me together to create something unique. but, things shift, and people find themselves with more pieces than they bargained for.

they keep putting the pieces together, trying to figure out the puzzle and add things it up, but it's a neverending cycle. there's always more pieces to add onto after you "finish" because it's almost unsolvable.

you can't completely solve a person's mind, can you now?

just like you can't find the little hints i've left behind that point to my head's puzzling arrangement and the  tiredness of my phrases.

i am so tired. i am so tired.

there are so many meanings behind such a sentence because exhaustion plagues me physically, but fatigue clings to my mind. i am tired of the emotions that encircle my mind.

why is it that i can't stop crying? how is it that i can hide it?

breathing gets harder, even i know that, but some days, i wish i could live my life happily, without having to worry about something attacking me on both my happiest and worst of days.