Thursday, September 25, 2014

Exhaustion

I don't know how
I thought that I wanted...
Now I look back
And think
What the f*ck was I thinking???

Too much
Too much
Just way too much!!!!

Peeling back the layers
Watching my existence
Slowly die
Rotting flesh
Wrinkling
Getting older

It sucks

And yet
I still dare dream
Like a naive child

When will I learn?

When it gets to be
Too much

Written by ©Diana Jillian 9/25/14


















































Poem, No Rhyme,

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