SamwiseTheAwesome

It happens in such little ways, And people say, “It’s just a phase.” But when you’ve lived with it for years You overthink and it ends in tears. You’ve tried everything to just recharge, but mundane tasks seem just too large. When you’re feeling not yourself, You sit and organize your bookshelf. You go about the simple tasks, Hoping that nobody asks About the hurt that’s deep inside, About that pain you try to hide, And you always say, “I’m fine.” while no one interacts with what you post online. You hope your work will soon payoff, But most people just turn you off. They act like your friend when you meet on the street, then talk about bad about you, and you Retreat. You go back to the place you feel most inspired.” And you tell everyone that you’re, “Just tired.” You’re tired of the lies they claim, Wishing they didn’t play those games, But for your work to succeed, Your heart is going to bleed. You push the hurt deep down inside, And do your best not to hide. But they’re never