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Sep 2021
I know that what I've done so far
Has really helped people.
But sometimes, I wish I didn't care so much. Sometimes, I would give anything to be numb. Because it's so exhausting being a castle of glass. I can't sleep. I can't breathe. Because every day,  I feel myself getting one step closer to the catalyst. The thing that makes me ready to take everything I've built and burn it down. Because in the end, does any of it really matter?
Written by
Zack Ripley  31/M/14487
(31/M/14487)   
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     ---, Larry, REY, alupa, Evey Emery and 1 other
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