Dead Roses
After a while you become tired & empty of constantly giving and putting up.
You become immune to things even though they annoy you.
You start not to care about the little things then becomes big things.
You become a hypocrite because you tell yourself that there is hope
but also believe that you can’t be helped.
You then start to think of things that can happen in your head, ultimately these things
start to happen slowly.
Masks become important to you but keeping up becomes difficult.
You keep asking questions to get help but you end up in the wrong place.
You then realize that there is so much to think of but just end up drowning.
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