Short Memo #12. I'm tired.
Everyone, I am very tired. I have been tired for a while but today, I don't know what to do anymore. Tell me what happens when the only thing you've been living for is no longer there? You die. Truthfully I want to die. Swiftly, secretly, gone.
Breathing each day takes too much effort. Happiness is too artificial and loneliness, always. I want to go and never come back, somewhere, in this world or another. Can I? I don't want to cry anymore but I can't help it. You may think I'm being dramatic but this is an inside plea. Help me. I want to be like you. I want to be strong like you. But I'm mentally too weak.
Everyone, I am very tired. I have been tired for a while but today, I don't know what to do anymore. Tell me what happens when the only thing you've been living for is no longer there? You die. Truthfully I want to die. Swiftly, secretly, gone.
Breathing each day takes too much effort. Happiness is too artificial and loneliness, always. I want to go and never come back, somewhere, in this world or another. Can I? I don't want to cry anymore but I can't help it. You may think I'm being dramatic but this is an inside plea. Help me. I want to be like you. I want to be strong like you. But I'm mentally too weak.
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