I've never felt alive
I've always just been surviving.
It's harder than yesterday now.
I wish to feel like the living.
I'm too exhausted.
Too exhausted to have hobbies.
To have interests.
To watch TV.
To care.
If I'm not on autopilot, I am a mess.
I'm breaking down, unable to move.
Unable to care about those I love.
That can't be living either.
So I just survive.
Barely.
It's hard today.
I hope to be alive one day
But hope is fleeting and deceiving.
Dec 28, 2023
Dec 28, 2023 at 6:20 PM UTC
I've never felt alive
I've always just been surviving.
It's harder than yesterday now.
I wish to feel like the living.
I'm too exhausted.
Too exhausted to have hobbies.
To have interests.
To watch TV.
To care.
If I'm not on autopilot, I am a mess.
I'm breaking down, unable to move.
Unable to care about those I love.
That can't be living either.
So I just survive.
Barely.
It's hard today.
I hope to be alive one day
But hope is fleeting and deceiving.
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