I'm exhausted
from trying to keep up
the persona that once came
naturally
to me
and I considered to be
my personality.
Now it's just a mask I wear
and I'm so tired.I want to cave
and give up this whole fight.
I'm drowning as I try so
hard to stay
alive.
As the light inside grows dimmer,
I don't recognize the
reflection in the mirror
and I'm so tired.I'm so fucking tired.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
The Things We Don't Talk About
Poesía***Trigger Warning: Mental health, mental illness, eating disorders, suicidal ideation, self-harm*** A collection of poems delving into the dark side of the human experience. From high highs to low lows, emotion can be intense. And this collection s...