Not Love-Sick, But Sick of Love

Rest Easy

Everything hurts.
But at the same time,
nothing does.

Everything is so bright.
But all I can see
is the dark.

What did I do wrong?
What did I do to end up
like this?

Day after day,
and nothing changes.

You say for better,
I say for worse.
Others say it's what you make of it.

I guess,
it's no longer a question
of whether or not
I can keep going.

But rather,
it's if I want to keep going
at all.