sometimes the days are way too hard. getting out of bed is no easy task. i don't want to do it. i want to give up. i have always been a person of optimism, a person who understands the world and the reason people make the decisions they choose. i used to show no judgment, hold no grudge, and never saw a reason to cling to the past. not anymore.
my heart is heavy; and my eyes. they want to close and forget. and yet they stay open. i spend my day wondering if it's late enough to go to bed, and if i can make it through alive. and yet i do. every day. my eyes see, my lungs pump fresh oxygen into my veins, and my heart continues to beat.
despite how much it's hurting it continues to beat.
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