exhausted to the core, drained from within, and my soul can barely carry the weight..

Everything around me calls me to break, every part of this world seems to scream at me to give up. But the truth is, I don’t have the luxury of falling apart; I don’t have the right to collapse or the freedom to let go. I’m exhausted to the core, drained from within, and my soul can barely carry the weight of these days.

I stand here, not out of strength, but because I have no other choice. I surround myself with anything that might push me forward, yet nothing seems capable of pulling me out of this emptiness. The world moves on, life continues, and here I am, trying to hold it together—even if that strength feels like a lie.

I long for a moment of relief, a moment of honesty with myself where I could lay down everything I carry and just let it be. But no… there’s always a reason to keep going, to keep fighting, even when I don’t feel I have the strength left to do it.