poetry by a girl who's afraid of herself //

Weary

they ask her how she's doing
she looks at herself and cannot answer
for the eyes staring back at her have no emotion almost as if she's dead but still alive. she climbed and climbed to get out of the pit of sadness and despair
but no matter how far she climbed, she always fell back down gasping for air.
she's tired. she's tired of climbing this pit that seems never ending. she's cold and it's dark, she's getting weary of trying to be okay for everyone else.
she feels as if there are chains wrapped around her keeping her trapped inside her inner hell, but she can never find the keys to leave.

she stopped climbing.
she never found the keys.
now she lays on the ground
officially out of air.