do you ever get to the
point where everything
is too d r a i n i n g ?
you crumble slowly as
life sucks away everything
that you care about and
love so d e a r l y.
you wish that you could
disappear and then it all
would be f i x e d.
but it won't, it n e v e r will
and you just have to keep
breathing and pushing and
trying to do your best.
it gets really d r a i n i n g to
do the things you once loved.
i am merely a w i l t e d
flower, a human devoid
of any life left inside.
- b.c
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scintilla
Poetryscintilla, sin/till/ah. a tiny trace or spark of a specified quality or feeling. another collection of poems by bec g. crawley.
