Adamant Exhaustion
My existence is tiring
Sorry for my jittery eyes laced with billowy tears ,
When I said I was tired I meant more than missing sleep,
My feelings have been finicky lately and my thoughts are earsplitting
How barbarous can my mind be to convince me that my essence is repulsive to everyone who breathes my air
A sweltering flurry of emotions isn't enough, my mind makes my bones convulse, break, and turn to dust.
I can only hope that when my stardust turns to a being already thought of, that venomous quandaries don't keep them up at night when they should be shining instead of dimming.
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