I plop down on the bed, tired.
Tired - that's all I seem to be these days. I'm not even doing anything and I'm tired of that.
I let myself go, relax - I feel my body cool down to the mattress. It's not soft and squishy, but the firm kind, and maybe that's just what I need.
I feel myself sinking, deeper and deeper, losing all control, if only.
How I wish to escape myself for a while. It's not that I'm not grateful for what I am, it's just that it's too much to handle sometimes.
Why do I keep disappointing my parents?
Why can't I care enough?
Why can't I be careful enough?
Why do I get so damn pissed off at little things?
Why does a new problem have to crop up every time I've almost managed to pull it all together?
Why am I wasting my time like this?
Why can't I control even myself?
Why does everything have to go wrong all at once?
I know my flaws and I'm working on them, but sometimes, they all crash on me together and it becomes too much. I kind of need a break.
And I lie down in the hope that maybe I'd forgetit all and drift off to sleep, but I also know that it would still be the same when I wake up.
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--Bridges--
PoetryOne of the favourite lessons reading books has taught me is that you're never alone, not alteast in thoughts and words. There are others who think like you, feel like you and react like you. It's like that sometimes, our unspoken thoughts are the b...
