living as an empath is hard.

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Strangers tell me their deepest darkest secrets

Always going on about their regrets

My soul is  withering and my heart has become numb 

There's no telling what more is to come

My mind is frazzled and i try to be my best 

But at the end of the day it all spits in my face

At night i'm festering 

My thoughts are sequestering.  

So many others in my head, i almost begin to feel replaced

I'm so exhausted just by breathing 

With each breath it feels like i'm bleeding

Each drip drop dropping on my forehead ;

Trapped in a torture chamber that is my mind


Is it possible to be ill without any proof

Be seen standing on the edge of this roof?

To be so lonely, I'm roaming, I cannot find

 my home. 

Being alive is tiring, and i'm exhausted. 

I'm alone.

I wake up in pieces when i want to wake up 

In peace. 





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