~This exhausting feeling shows in my eyes but you can hear it through my words. The slur of the sentences the tiredness expressed through silence. Struggling to breathe and not pass out. Droopy eyes; red, dry, irritated, sleepy. What is the cause of all this? Change in weather? Allergies? Sickness? Something deeper? Maybe the sickness is within myself coming out. Stressful days and nights don't help with this disease. No cure but love and hate; opposites attract, they work for better and worse. No one knows how to provide me with the cure. Impossible. Forcing situations out of people with the wrong results. Sickness has been creeping up on the inside and now it's here to stay. This wasn't sudden. Just unexpected. Now it's your hour to feel like shit because that's what you are. Everyone tells you you're an asshole because it's true. Hell (laughing my ass off) might as well accept it.
YOU ARE READING
You feel me?
PoetryEmotions all over the place? Feel like no one will understand your feelings? Or you even think your thoughts are too crazy to share out loud? Read my inner thoughts, cause I feel you. You feel me?
