There was always a moment,
A split second where I'm ready to give up.
Where I think is it all worth it?
Are the fleeting feelings of happiness and contentment worth the pain and sorrow I feel otherwise?
Do I want this for myself?
Do I want to try harder, or do I want to give up.
And every time I choose the same.
I always choose to act like I'm going to get better.
And then don't.
But this time I'll choose differently.
This time I'll give up.
I wanna see what giving up feels like.
I want to see something different.
I want to see something.
I want to see anything.
I just want to get out of this loop.
There has to be another way out.
But will I be here long enough to find it?
Can I stay long enough to find it?
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Poems for sad people
PoetryA bunch of sad poems for people who are tired. Really tired. Just tired. Updates daily but not on Fridays