i've been struck with the kind of tiredness
that sleep can never fix
ill, with a sickness, that medicine
will never cure
i've tried everything- but to no avail
drowning
no water
suffocating
plenty of air
smothered with sadness
exposed to fiery hatred
while the world moves around me
I stay clawing at the ground.
You cannot fix
what is not broken
there is no return policy
on a damaged heart.
-n.c
