My eyes are tired, but I'm dead awake. The sun is shining, but for my sake
I cannot understand why
this loathing for myself still
keeps me pinned beneath
its stifling,
crushing
weight.
I can see, but I can't breathe.
I can try, but I can't move.
From: Toy Kingdom
About me: I am the Chronic Procrastinator. If there is something urgent needed to be done now, it can wait until next week.
