I'm feeling hella drained .
And it ain't just 'cause I've been yappin' away non-stop.
It's this overwhelming wave of exhaustion that hits me like a ton of bricks every time I even consider what's still left unsaid.
You ever feel that way?
Like you're stuck in this twisted labyrinth of thoughts,
and the more you try to find your way out, the deeper you get sucked in?
It's like being trapped in the darkest corners of your mind,
where the shadows play tricks on you
and the weight of the world rests heavy on your shoulders.
Sometimes,
I can't help but wonder if the words I have left to utter are worth it.
Will they make a difference?
Will they be heard?
Or will they simply fade into the abyss,
lost in the vast expanse of time and forgotten like a whisper in the wind?
But then,
there's a part of me that refuses to stay silent.
It's that stubborn little voice inside my head that pushes me forward,
that tells me I can't give up just yet.
But damn,
It's exhausting.
It's like trying to swim against a powerful current,
fighting to keep my head above water.
Each word feels like a weight,
dragging me further down into the depths.
And yet,
I persist,
fueled by the belief that there's something bigger at play here,
something worth fighting for.


© Shi