like every other part of me does.
but I can not.
exist, give up, but there is something in me that makes me keep going,
I go, I can not let go.
of me to die. I would like to enjoy
to how worthless I am. Clearly there is something
in me missing, something deficient. It’s
hard to live always sub-standard.
accomplish what I can not. And all I
want to do is let go.
will show them. Maybe I will not be as
strong as they assume. Maybe I will
break instead of constantly bending. I’m
every turn. Exhausted.
how this will be worth it.
anything other than letting go.
any other way out.
this, I know, as a fever in my head, coming and going, but it is not.
never know, and that is the saddest thing to ever know.