its like waiting to take that first breath. inhale life into your lungs and finally become one with the world and yourself.life walks all over you and by the time you finally decide to take a stand, you're exhausted. I'm so tired. I want to live but I'm so tired.
Finally found the strength to fight off the others but now I find that I'm turning against myself. He's felt betrayed his whole life, I understand why he's so angry.its still all one big waiting game. & lately I keep getting this sinking feeling that I'll never live. The moment I inhale, I will be rendered breathless and become nothing but a memory of a person who wanted to fight but lost the battle before it ever started. too tired to care. just way too tired. I've pushed this far but I don't know how much longer I can last. exhausted. drained. I've emptied out this tank and need a refueling. The next check point seems so far away. So I let the days slip by and just hope that I make it. I'll be crawling across the finish line-- at an optimistic rate.
My imagination held up for so long but now I'm running out of hearts and rainbows to distract myself with. I want to put it all behind me. but with what I see laid before me.. it seems impossible.
I'll be fine. I'll be great. I'll sink into myself with my lips sealed and just wait. I'll just wait. There's only but so much I can do to make shit happen.. or am I under estimating myself again? Some things are beyond my control and comprehension.
Finally found the strength to fight off the others but now I find that I'm turning against myself. He's felt betrayed his whole life, I understand why he's so angry.its still all one big waiting game. & lately I keep getting this sinking feeling that I'll never live. The moment I inhale, I will be rendered breathless and become nothing but a memory of a person who wanted to fight but lost the battle before it ever started. too tired to care. just way too tired. I've pushed this far but I don't know how much longer I can last. exhausted. drained. I've emptied out this tank and need a refueling. The next check point seems so far away. So I let the days slip by and just hope that I make it. I'll be crawling across the finish line-- at an optimistic rate.
My imagination held up for so long but now I'm running out of hearts and rainbows to distract myself with. I want to put it all behind me. but with what I see laid before me.. it seems impossible.
I'll be fine. I'll be great. I'll sink into myself with my lips sealed and just wait. I'll just wait. There's only but so much I can do to make shit happen.. or am I under estimating myself again? Some things are beyond my control and comprehension.
This is simply frustration
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