Sometimes life becomes a burden.
A heavy burden.
Something you wish you weren't carrying alone.
It's so tiring that sometimes you just want to end it all off.
But you can't.
So you go with the flow.
Leaving you vulnerable and hopeless.
So you keep waiting.
Waiting to see who comes and goes.
Waiting to see who cares.
And as you watch like a backseater,
you get more tired.
More fed up.
More done with it than you ever were.
But you can't.
And hence the cycle keeps going on and on like a bad song on repeat.
Written on: 11 February 2019.
Published on: 11 February 2019
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