R O T
things have just gotten worse.
im confused,
im out of touch with reality,
i feel like i'm sleepwalking.
you don't see it.
you tell me everything will be fine,
that i just need to sleep the night away and wake up tomorrow.
sleep wont fix this tired.
this tired is persistent
it doesn't go away
it doesn't break
its the kind of tired that rots you from the inside out
im rotting in my own misery
the more I try to pull myself out the further I go.
i rot. i rot. i rot.
i know nothing other than the climate which destroys me.
i rot.
YOU ARE READING
her mess
PoetryAn outlet for feelings. The best way to explain my story and show the impact it has had on me is by writing it down. By reading my book, you will see the pieces of me that I prefer not to share with many, but I chose to write this down and share thi...
