There has been so much grief lately
If I’m not grieving my own things
35,000 deaths
And still fucking counting
Like it’s okay
Or the news will tell me some heartbreaking story
And I’m so exhausted
Not to say that my exhaustion is anything like living in a warzone
But the other things
Having huge feelings
I feel so intensely
And to this endless tale of loss within my life
That I have no power to help in any way
I want to do something
Even with the power
Would my body let me?
So tired
How to stay awake when living is a nightmare?
My dream world, while strange and confusing and repetitive
Most of the time I’m able
There’s nothing I can do in waking
I feel so helpless and tired
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