So tired, yet still I’m awake My head wants sleep that my heart won’t take. Too many thoughts, worries and fears. So many memories, so many years. Nothing is certain, stability gone. Everything changing, whether right or wrong. Time is the enemy, another year past, surely the next not as bad as the last? Our…
What’s the fucking point? Nothing I say ever sticks. One way as always.
Look to the future. Time for positivity! It’s the little things.
Too much time spent in tears. Chasing happiness, running from fears. No more time to waste, days too few. Time to look to a new point of view.
Supercalifrag ilisticexpiali docious, sang Mary. Footnote: I have zero idea why this occured to me but it made me chuckle so… 😄 Additional Footnote: This is my 100th post… not sure it’s exactly the centennial post I had envisaged, but what the hell 😉
Low doesn’t cut it. Everything seems like hard work. Im tired of hurting.
I’ve never felt so empty. The light inside me; gone. The wish to reignite it diminished. How did it all go wrong? Now there’s a piece missing. I don’t think I can get it back. Every time I break a little more. Expose yet another crack.
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The house is so quiet, a distinct lack of noise. The energy’s left here. I so miss my boys. The floors have no radiance, the walls sound hollow. No longer a home, just a house, full of sorrow.
Bury it deep where no one can see. Where darkness lurks and secrets be. Where pain is screaming and banging it’s head and anger is hiding waiting to be fed.
So, who am I? I mean truly? What the hell am I doing? Where does it lead, this path I always seem to be pursuing? Pressures pull from every side, always keeping me stressed. This is screwing me up, always just trying my best. Rarely good enough though, never really impressive, feels like all I…
The feelings are overwhelming. Sadness, exhaustion, so tired. Tired of the past. Scared of the present. Unsure of the future. My emotions run riot. My thoughts joining them. Pushing them to breaking point. The things you don’t say ring loudly in my ears. The agreement we had worth nothing. All I want now is sleep….