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you could start fires with the charcoal under my eyes and i am so tired of telling people i’m tired i’m exhausted i barely get 3 hours of sleep my mind is tangled with cobwebs that only seem to need dusting at night i lay awake listening to the creaks of old aged furniture and i sympathise i know how that feels, buddy my joints creak and they’re crisp as autumn leaves i am surprised i haven’t broken any alarm sounds at either 8 or 9 day starts an hour later day continues day persists until evening lets it rest evening continues until their shift is over and night falls i’m so tired that my body has grown accustomed to it i watch the time change and the clock tick; i am so accustomed to it my heart has started following the same rhythm night fell a boulder on sunken shoulders it is still falling and i am trying to carry such heavy weight i think this is why our backs begin to curve as we grow older we are crushed and crippled does the sun still rise even if i don’t see it? because all i ever seem to see is the darkness of night fall; i wonder who can love a clockwork heart? tick, tock. who can love a cobwebbed mind? time to go and dust again.
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Nov 3, 2016
Nov 3, 2016 at 7:02 PM UTC
"i'm ok i'm just tired"
you could start fires with the charcoal under my eyes and i am so tired of telling people i’m tired i’m exhausted i barely get 3 hours of sleep my mind is tangled with cobwebs that only seem to need dusting at night i lay awake listening to the creaks of old aged furniture and i sympathise i know how that feels, buddy my joints creak and they’re crisp as autumn leaves i am surprised i haven’t broken any alarm sounds at either 8 or 9 day starts an hour later day continues day persists until evening lets it rest evening continues until their shift is over and night falls i’m so tired that my body has grown accustomed to it i watch the time change and the clock tick; i am so accustomed to it my heart has started following the same rhythm night fell a boulder on sunken shoulders it is still falling and i am trying to carry such heavy weight i think this is why our backs begin to curve as we grow older we are crushed and crippled does the sun still rise even if i don’t see it? because all i ever seem to see is the darkness of night fall; i wonder who can love a clockwork heart? tick, tock. who can love a cobwebbed mind? time to go and dust again.
#love#depression#anxiety#time#darkness#day#night#clock#tired#crippled
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Nov 3, 2016
Nov 3, 2016 at 7:02 PM UTC
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