Day 86754379;

I feel the weight of the world on my shoulders & I'm slowly starting to cave in and break little by little. All these bruises are getting brighter. All these wounds are getting steeper. All these cuts are getting longer, and I'm getting a lot weaker. The weight of the world on my shoulders seems to overpower me every single time. The weight of the world on my shoulders always seems to win. The weight of the world on my shoulders is what will remain, as I fade away. I'm nothing but a shadow in this mess that has become. I'm nothing but a caged hopeful soul I only wish to come undone.

cheers.