It's so exhausting
because one day you think you're fine.
You're able to get through your day without worrying as much,
you're able to get up and shower and talk to people
without a lot of difficulty.
And then,
there's days where you can't even pull yourself out of bed,
can't find the motivation or energy to shower, eat, or do anything you're supposed to.
You can't talk to anyone
without stumbling over your words
and thinking you should just stop talking altogether.
You can't sleep
no matter how exhausted you are
because your mind won't stop running, it won't turn off
or stop thinking about every single worst-case scenario.
Everything hurts
so much
and you know you're hurting everyone around you by being like this
but you don't know how to stop it
or how to get better;
you want to be better,
but at the same time
you don't
because it's kind of nice
where you are right now.
YOU ARE READING
Waves
PoetryNote: This book will be on hold until further notice, whenever I get a break from all my college work :/ I've been struggling for a while now, but I never thought it would get this bad. I never thought it would get to the point that I didn't want to...
