a call for help

it started out as feeling,
which grew into hope,
which then turned into a quiet thought,
which then turned into a quiet word,
and then that word grew louder and louder,
till it was a battle cry.

and then i regret letting it out. and my head becomes heavy.
later i cry, i feel better only for the cycle to repeat itself.

honestly, my mind is tired. i am tired of aging faster than my body, inside my head.
i feel so exhausted. the terrible thing this, i'm exhausted with life.

which unlike a job, studies, family, friends or numerous other things in life. something you cannot run away from.

being tired of life, is like being caged up, in your own mind.

thank you so fucking much, for making me feel so pathetic.