It’s close to the end and even words fail me now.
Part of me want to scream “But it didn’t even begin!”
Part of me think so what.
Part of me have stopped thinking. Stopped feeling. Stopped caring.
I always thought at some point life would stop feeling like a battle, all the knots would detangle, efforts would pay off.. Just a little while where the storm would calm and for a minute the sea would be smooth. Not asking for a lifetime of bliss, just a timeout to charge the batteries. Feel something else than overwhelmed, stressed, depressed, failure, the breaking of heart and torture of soul.
It’s close to the end and even words fail. I’m not capable of saying anything new, just puking up the same old and I guess I’d scream for help but I’ve come to conclusion that I’m beyond that now.
It’s the end and I’ll shut up.