Oh how I hate being in an overachieving household. I have to get straight A's. I have to behave pefectly. I have to keep clean. I have to be happy. I have to be perfect. It's exhausting.
Oh how I hate being in an overachieving household. I have to get straight A's. I have to behave pefectly. I have to keep clean. I have to be happy. I have to be perfect. It's exhausting.
I am hungry
I have been hungry
I was born hungry
What do I need?
I am something
I have been something
I was born something
What could I be?
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I am waiting
I have been waiting
I was born waiting
I was born waiting for that something
Just one something
I was born something
I was born
In the depths of night, a hollow space,
An empty pit, a silent place.
A void that echoes, deep and wide,
Where shadows of sorrow often hide.
A chest that aches with silent cries,
A heart that questions, wonders why.
Emotions lost, a barren land,
No comforting touch, no guiding hand.
The weight of nothing, heavy still,
A chasm that no joy can fill.
Longing for a spark, a light,
To chase away the endless night.