NOTE: This poem stems from the pure mental exhaustion that I've been feeling more than ever of late. It seems like everything is spiraling erratically out of control, and there's no safety net to catch me.
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I'm freaking exhausted
In every way, tired
Like milk going bad
Feeling expired
.
I want these
Rain clouds to disappear
Nothing in my life
Seems very clear
.
Every morning
I wake
Not knowing how much more
This soul can take
.
My body
Seems broken and bruised
Don't know how to fix it
I have no clue
.
I want I to hide
Want to take cover
Just want this shit
To be all over
.
Not my life
Please understand
It's the exhaustion
But I have no plan
.
So everyday
Struggle to motivate
Because I don't know
What to anticipate
.
Begging for one day
For this all to change
Wishing for my life
To be rearranged
.
Until that day
I'll try to rise and grind
Hoping that one day
Some peace I'll find
©️Mark's Life
So beautiful ❤️
I like to think of you as my friend! With that said my friends don't sit alone in the dark! I will bring a candle. Maybe a baseball bat to beat stuff up. And a good movie with snacks. No one sits alone in my corner! We don't do that!