when did numb
become normal?

when did nothing
become something?

why does this weight
become lighter,
but crush me
break me
suffocate me
at the same time?

how can i explain
my problems
to you
if even i
do not even know
what they are?

why can't anyone
just anyone
be proud of me for once in my ******* life?

Sometimes I just don't want to exist.
It doesn't come from a lack of friends,
Or a lack of family.

If my life ended, I know people would care,
I would be missed.
That's my problem.

My circumstances,
The people around me,
They're the cage trapping my soul to this earth.

I could never hurt them,
Or leave them.
But the events
the places,
the people,
The reasons that have me writing this today-
They make me tired,
So tired.
And all I want to do is sleep