Whenever I’m alone
I get this feeling,
It's almost like a sickness,
A corrosive, consuming thing.
I have a warped perception of myself,
I’m ugly, I’m not, I’m ugly, I’m-
It’s just exhausting.
I’m exhausted.
Why write more, when there’s no more to be written,
Why speak, when there’s nothing to be said.
I think I’ll go now.
Into my shell.
I’m exhausted.
I’m exhausted but I haven’t moved.
I’m exhausted and I want you to notice.
I’ll close my eyes. Maybe it’ll be better if I just
Close my eyes.
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Preaker (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
A feeling I could relate to.
I’m exhausted but I haven’t moved.
This is so true, to feel so exhausted when dealing with the depressive thoughts inside. Just remember you are beautiful just the way you are!
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