I am tired.
So tired of trying.
Yet, I don't have a choice,
Unless if I am dying.
Bloodshot eyes,
Overused mind.
Chapped lips,
I am one of a kind.
Is failure an option?
If yes, then why so?
I just can't seem to escape,
I got nowhere to go.
Apr 12, 2018
Apr 12, 2018 at 1:16 AM UTC
I am tired.
So tired of trying.
Yet, I don't have a choice,
Unless if I am dying.
Bloodshot eyes,
Overused mind.
Chapped lips,
I am one of a kind.
Is failure an option?
If yes, then why so?
I just can't seem to escape,
I got nowhere to go.
Failure leads to depression
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