This endless fatigue drags me down,
'Till I feel as if I'm drowning,
Under my sea of burdens and responsibilities.
There are so many hands that have a hold on me,
They drag me under the surface,
Each cloying for attention,
Begging for me to pull them up with me,
But it's never enough.
Something has to give.
I know that as time passes,
More and more hands will grab hold of me,
Slowly dragging me further under the surface.
Something has to give.
I only pray it won't be me.
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Poetic Thoughts With Fanatic
PoetryDear Wattpad, This is a place for me to put my poetry and there's a lot of it covering any topic you can think of, so buckle up. Can't guarantee quality, though, some of these are five years old or more. Ones that I think are good, I marked with my...
