I don’t know how to put this into words, but I feel like I’m disappearing little by little. It’s like parts of me are slowly slipping away and I can’t stop it. Mornings are the hardest... the sun rises but I cannot... I don’t even want to get out of bed anymore. Even when I force myself up, I feel like my steps are hollow echoes.
I can't even hold things properly… they fall from my hands, the same way hope keeps falling from my heart. I cry all the time, and the only place I manage to hide it is at the hospital. There, I keep my mask on. But the moment I’m alone, the tears come back like they’ve been waiting for me.
Even after sleeping eight hours, I wake up tired, like I never really slept at all. My body feels drained, my mind feels heavy, and my soul just feels... empty.
I’m exhausted...,.. tired in a way that rest doesn’t fix. Tired of pretending, tired of carrying this weight, tired of myself. I don’t know how much longer I can keep going like this. I'm just tired, unbearably tired.
I can't even hold things properly… they fall from my hands, the same way hope keeps falling from my heart. I cry all the time, and the only place I manage to hide it is at the hospital. There, I keep my mask on. But the moment I’m alone, the tears come back like they’ve been waiting for me.
Even after sleeping eight hours, I wake up tired, like I never really slept at all. My body feels drained, my mind feels heavy, and my soul just feels... empty.
I’m exhausted...,.. tired in a way that rest doesn’t fix. Tired of pretending, tired of carrying this weight, tired of myself. I don’t know how much longer I can keep going like this. I'm just tired, unbearably tired.
