I'm so tired.
I'm so tired of trying.
I'm so tired of living.
I'm so tired of breathing.
I'm so tired of this feeling.
Maybe I'm just being over dramatic.
Just an 'in the moment' kind of thing.
Just because I'm sadder than usual.
But I'm not sadder than usual.
I'm always sad.
Some days are just better than others.
I've been fighting for so long.
I've been fighting to breathe.
I've been fighting to be happy.
I've been fighting to stay calm.
But I guess there's always a calm before a storm.
And that's what everything before this was.
The calm.
And now I'm in the storm.
And I'm drowning.
But maybe this time...
I won't try to swim.
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Bloody Fingers, Broken Mind
PoetryA book of poems and simple writings compiled of my thoughts and emotions in a virtual reality. »-» »-» »-» »-» »-» »-» »-» »-» »-» »-» »-» TRIGGER WARNING: this book contains dark/triggering content including that of de...
