I’m so fucking tired
of trying to heal
in a world that is broken.
Every step feels like a battle,
every breath a struggle
against the weight of a thousand thoughts.
The world spins in chaos,
a storm of pain and despair,
while I reach for fragments of hope,
trying to piece together a shattered self.
I'm tired of the masks I wear,
the endless performances
to hide the cracks,
to pretend I'm whole.
But deep down, I'm exhausted,
weary of the fight,
longing for a moment of peace
in this relentless whirlwind.
I’m so fucking tired
of trying to heal
in a world that doesn't care,
where brokenness is the norm,
and my pain is just another whisper in the wind.
So here I stand,
broken and weary,
fighting to heal,
even when the world feels like it's falling apart.