Tiredness Overload
even when there’s light, I still feel the emptiness.
though some people are still waiting for me — I remain here, trapped in my dark hole.
mayhaps I am tired, overwhelmed; I can’t even describe this dreadful feeling.
it’s like I’ve already burned it, yet I keep lighting it up again.
the past, the pain — the things I thought I’d buried — they keep finding me.
and I, myself, still feel disgusted by my own actions — by my own self.
I can’t help but feel this way; it’s far too complex to rid myself of it.
perhaps I am peculiar — to carry such sorrow beneath a cheerful guise.
yet no matter what, I still can’t find who I truly am — lost within my own thoughts.
the nights keep me awake — thoughts growing loud,
yet I feel tired — while nothing’s being done.