My feet drag when I walk,
My words slur when I talk,
Yet my eyes remain open,
Even if I feel kind of drunken.
My gaze is blury,
Wether tears or just drowsiness I'm not sure,
I just know that I'm in a hurry,
And that I'll never see the light of the shore.
Ah! My emotions got the best of me again,
I really don't know why it happens,
It feels more like a bargain,
Between me and my body's functions.
Is this what they call "Exhaustion"?
The feeling that forces me to swallow the pain and guilt?
To swallow all those paracetamols in hopes of an eternal slumber?
The one that slowly kills me?
That makes my heart rot each and every day?
Is this what they call "Exhaustion"?
Mar 5
Mar 5, 2026 at 4:51 AM UTC
My feet drag when I walk,
My words slur when I talk,
Yet my eyes remain open,
Even if I feel kind of drunken.
My gaze is blury,
Wether tears or just drowsiness I'm not sure,
I just know that I'm in a hurry,
And that I'll never see the light of the shore.
Ah! My emotions got the best of me again,
I really don't know why it happens,
It feels more like a bargain,
Between me and my body's functions.
Is this what they call "Exhaustion"?
The feeling that forces me to swallow the pain and guilt?
To swallow all those paracetamols in hopes of an eternal slumber?
The one that slowly kills me?
That makes my heart rot each and every day?
Is this what they call "Exhaustion"?
