Exhausted.
holding onto hope when it is far gone,
memories of a song with no melody,
forgotten chords but YET, it remains just a song.
A song of hope where love wins,
yet I am still supposed to be your strings,
and say yes, we will always win
as long as we choose to love,
but love is not enough.
Exhausted.
I cannot be your anchor
I cannot be the one you hold onto
when all you do is lie to yourself,
pretending as if those shadows that are turning into demons are not you.
Exhausted.
justifying each and every mistake
reflecting it back at me
when all I ever tried to do is move
move beyond all of that and progress.
Just,
Exhausted.
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