random extracts from my notes

fighting.

I'm tired of fighting

I'm tired of waking up each day with that void in my stomach,

the one that never seems to leave no matter what i do.

the one that makes me cancel plans,

and the one that prevents me from leaving my bed.

I'm tired of drifting through life

I'm tired of being alive instead of living

like a ghost, except people can see me and the sorrow in my eyes,

seeping from my water line in the form of emotionless tears.

I'm so tired.

I'm lost yet no one seems to notice me being missing.

what's the point of living if I'm not in control?

what's the point of fighting for someone's life that will never be truly lived?