Exhausted

Empty stomach, heavy eyelids Simple things feel like climbing Everest I'm going through the motions, a ghost in my own life No words, no smiles, jst a blank face But inside, it's a hurricane Thoughts spinning, anxieties swirling I long for someone to see me, to understand But I feel trapped in this lonely fortress, Built from my own despair Still, there's a flicker of defiance, a desperate hope for something better