"“I’m exhausted,” I say. I strip myself of the day’s filth behind me.
What I do not tell you is that my bones ache.
The marrow is deteriorating as I speak, turning to dust with every move I dare to make.
“I am exhausted,” I shout. My hair turns to ash as I tug as the strands with careless fingers.
My muscles throb under the surface of my skin, under the layers of fat I have spent an infinite amount of time learning to love. Their pounding fury beats bruises deep into my chest until I can longer remember the reason I am still breathing.
Breathing.
I am just barely breathing.
“I’m so exhausted,” I cry. The night eats away at me.
There is no being out there that can hear the desperation whining pathetically in the back of my throat. I do not know if I should be thankful no one has tried.
I should be thankful no one has tried to see the rotting corpse I have turned into."

for when you’re tired, but no amount of sleep can ease you


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