What happens when you cannot feel anything anymore?
What does it mean not to care?
Who does that make me?
How can I tell myself to be happy if my heart is broken?
How can I pretend to be happy if my body is weak?
I will try,
Being happy is what I want
I just don’t know how to do it anymore
I don’t know where to start
To much pain and anger
To much fighting
All I see pain
I need to be helped
I need them to stop
I need to be happy
I want to be
I am tired of trying and failing
I am tired of having to feel this way everyday
I am tired of being tired.
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