I Feel…


I feel worthless.
Like nothing I do matters.

I feel depressed.
Sadness filling every fiber of my being.

I feel violated.
Too young, too young, too young

I feel weak.
Not motivated to do anything.

I feel damaged.
Like there is nothing left of me to break.

Shall I continue?

But,
Most of all…
I feel tired.
Tired of feeling.
Tired of trying.
Tired of living.

Just… Tired.

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