Good for a while

I am good for a while
I’ll talk more, laugh more
Sleep and eat normally
But then something happens
Like a switch turns off somewhere
And all I am left with is the darkness of my mind
But each time it seems like I sink
Deeper and deeper
And I am scared…
Terrified that one day I won’t make it back up
I feel like I am gasping for air
Screaming for help
But everyone just looks at me
With confused faces
Wondering what I am struggling over
When they’re all doing just fine
And it makes me feel crazy

What the hell is wrong with me?

Uitputting

I am tired.
Not for a lack of rest —
no, I slept quite well last night,
and I’ve had my coffee.

it’s something deeper, something
inherently present, in the
fibers of my skin,
in my tendons, in my eyes.

I am exhausted,
fatigued by life,
by the noise and the silence,
the people, and
the empty rooms,
the light and dark;
by hope and
despair.

so worn down by the world
that nothing in it can
refresh my mind from the
constant buzzing.

I am tired, and there are not
enough hours in the night
for the type of rest I need.