I hate my life and it feels like the same endless cycle I want to be set free and Im SO tired. Im numb I just need to make it another day another week, THATS what I keep telling myself but I have no motivation. So I wrote a little poem about it Numb Enough to Make It Through I used to save seats at the lunch table, wave over the kid with nowhere to go, carry hearts that weren't mine to carry, water flowers nobody else would grow. I used to collect people like constellations, memorize every crack in their skies, wanted a love that knew all my shadows and still looked me straight in the eyes. But somewhere between the sharp-tongued "jokes" and compliments with hidden knives, I learned how to build a fortress just to survive my own life. Now I don't care. Or maybe I do, but caring costs more than I have. Every day feels like spare change rattling at the bottom of an empty bag. So I smile when I'm supposed to smile, nod when I'm supposed to agree, wear a version of myself so often I forget