Exhausted

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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