I’m tired of breathing, of dragging my feet,
Each day feels a cycle I cannot defeat.
The laughter I show is a veil, a disguise,
Hiding the storm that lives in my eyes.
I whisper to shadows, “I just want to rest,”
A silence eternal, a permanent guest.
Depression’s a weight that I cannot deny,
Some days I just feel I would rather die.
Yet still I keep walking, though broken, though torn,
Through nights that feel endless, through ache I’ve worn.
For somewhere inside me a flicker survives—
A fragile reminder I’m still alive.
Sep 4, 2025
Sep 4, 2025 at 10:36 PM UTC
I’m tired of breathing, of dragging my feet,
Each day feels a cycle I cannot defeat.
The laughter I show is a veil, a disguise,
Hiding the storm that lives in my eyes.
I whisper to shadows, “I just want to rest,”
A silence eternal, a permanent guest.
Depression’s a weight that I cannot deny,
Some days I just feel I would rather die.
Yet still I keep walking, though broken, though torn,
Through nights that feel endless, through ache I’ve worn.
For somewhere inside me a flicker survives—
A fragile reminder I’m still alive.
