So fucking tired.
Like all the time.
My body feels hollow.
Like an empty field with filled with nothing but dark clouds and dead dreams.
I try to distract myself with things that are pointless. That sometimes help.
I can't seem to get out of bed and do something with my life.
I can't even go to bed without feeling a sense of loneliness and sorrow.
I have to fill my ears with music or background noise of the tv so I can sleep soundly.
I used to be able to wake up and shake off that feeling.
But recently I wake up feeling the same way.
It's a constant cycle that I don't know how to run away from.
I have so many feelings that I can't put into words.
My mind isn't catching up with itself.
I feel...stuck.
Stuck in a place I don't wanna be.
I hope I get out of it soon.
So I can live my life and not be sad.
Such a weird thought... being happy.
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Dreamland
PoetryDreamland: the only place I can truly be myself, which is something I'm not sure I know how to be in reality