Convo Inside

"I'm tired. I mean, really really tired. Exhausted from all this fuck ups and shits we routinely have to deal with. Day by day, week after weeks. It gets too overwhelming, you know?

"It's not like I'm having trouble with anything but things just won't be easy."

"It will just keep harder."

"I know. It's just that. I don't know. I can't show them my frustrations. I can't have notice."

"So you have to keep up with this bravado? This silly charade, facade, you're dying just to keep up? Is that it?"

"I don't want them to lose heart."

"You might regret it one day. I'm just saying. What if one day you just break? What if one day you, out of the sudden, just couldn't handle it and just snap? What if one day, you're no longer you?

"Do you still see your self surrounded by them?"

"I don't know."

"You're slowly killing yourself. And the ones who truly treat you with most love and care, their purpose will be an outlet for your frustration.

"I know because I'm not and I know who you vent your bottled up fucks in you."

"I'm really a bad person inside. I get it."

"No, you don't. I think you're just hungry as fuck."