The Truth Is

Im exhausted

Because I cried myself to sleep last night

And although I dont talk about it
I think about suicide almost every day

I wonder if Ill ever be happy

I am torn and conflicted

I still love a woman I met a decade ago
But shell probably never know

I look at a photo of her and I every day

And its probably silly of me
But Im only human

I keep picking myself up
Forcing myself awake and out of bed every day

Just to repeat the same motions of monotony

And everyone expects me to carry on
And to be okay

But Im not

Written by nightbirdblue
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Written May 2018
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