"Do you ever get a little bit tired of life. Like you're not really happy but you don't wanna die. Like you're hanging by a thread but you gotta survive. 'Cause you gotta survive. Like your body's in the room but you're not really there. Like you have empathy inside but you don't really care. Like you're fresh outta love but it's been in the air. Am I past repair? A little bit tired of tryin' to care when I don't. A little bit tired of quick repairs to cope. A little bit tired of sinkin'. There's water in my boat. I'm barely breathin'. Tryna stay afloat. So I got these quick repairs to cope. Guess I'm just broken and broke."
The sad reality π₯Ί
Louder
That moment when you thought youβre finally fine then someone asked about it and the memories are flashing right before your eyes then all pain came rushing back to you, overwhelming you and it hurts again just exactly how it hurts the first day. Then you realize you were wrong. The pain was there all along and is still there. You just learned to bury it deep down in you to the extent you thought itβs finally gone. But every time you remember everything itβs all coming up to the surface and all you can do is break down.