strong

i tell myself i can, yet i under perform

i tell myself i’ve got this, it never shows

i thought i was strong enough to get through this, i thought wrong

i don’t want this, nor do i want this.

i took hit after hit, blow after blow, i never expected anything in return.

but it gets too much.

no matter how many times we fall and tell ourselves it doesn’t hurt,

the accumulation does.

and it is hella deadly.

i think i am slowly killing myself inside.

i just want to end everything.

it gets too much, a little too much.

i’ve never ever shared anything personal.

i can never bring myself to.

and it hurts me inside, the bottle gets too full, and the next thing i know…….

i’m fine, i’m alright. cry it out, move on. and the cycle repeats.