I've given up.


You have me so worn out I don't know what to do.
My bed and my tears keep calling to me.
I've given up.
You have bathed my sunlight in dark clouds.
And I wish I was strong enough to fall asleep
and not wake up.
Do you know that you make me so disheartened that I want to give up?
That you tear me up inside so completely that I don't think it's worth the effort to put myself back together?
I hate this.
And I hate you.
But I wish I hated you enough that it was fuel.
That I could ride that power and shred you.
But instead I have just given up.
Please just accept that, and stop trying to hurt me.


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