Exhaustion brought their bags to my door.
Demanding to be let in.
With no thought, I let them in.
Exhaustion greeted me every morning with a cup of joe.
Every sip felt as if I was losing control.
The bitter taste encouraged isolation.
Wrapping myself in a blanket,
talking to the wall waiting for it to talk back.
Everything around me was moving in slow motion.
Blurrier with every blink of the eye,
the world around me fades of color.
Searching to find a way to give color to life.
But exhaustion lurks in my shadow.
Holding me from finding my peace.
How desperate I looked begging for the bare minimum.
I’m scared I’ll never feel like I belong.
The heaviness inside of my chest weighs me down.
Sooner or later reality will set in, it will never happen.
The only place I could call home was the shadows.
