tears turned to ink

may 2, 2019

7:28 pm

existing is exhausting
every breath i take makes me long for sleep and every move i make drains my bank.
every word i utter is like a percent taken from my battery and every tear i shed is another 10.
eating doesn't charge me anymore and neither does sleep. i am too weak and stiff to chew and swallow. every time a molecule in my body shutters i feel myself drift away more. exhaustion is like the dust in the air, it's always present but not always seen. i long for nothing more than to feel like a kid again, always energized. i ponder what it's like to feel okay and function voluntarily, without forcing myself to. it's a struggle to keep my eyes open, but it is all the same to keep them closed