Sometimes I don't want to fight.
Even though I know, I should get up and give it a try.
There's a weight on my chest.
I'm forever entangled in my emotions, forever lost in the mess.
There are nights I lie awake and wish my existence away.
Constantly praying for these thoughts to fade.
I feel tears falling down my face, yet I'm not even sad.
What is worse than sad?
Is it nothing?
