Enervated.
Over bared, beaten down, used & abused. It's all I ever feel from the follicles on my skin to the deep deep waters of my soul. I'm tired, exhausted, enervated. I've been weakened down, being strong wasn't even an option anymore. My heart no longer roams, my spirit no longer flies, it's like all the color is just being sucked out to plain ol' black & white, "I can't do this anymore." I whimper. "I can't." "I can't." "I can't." I tell myself over & over again as my tears gushed out like Niagra's current. Maybe I don't deserve what my friends think I do, maybe I just never deserved what I wanted, what I thought my worth was. Maybe this whole time shit happened to me cause it was life's way of telling me I deserved nothing. I surrender; My white flags higher than the ones Japan raised to the Americas. Life has won me, I will no longer fight. I will no longer try.
