𝑳𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅

Hamlet - William Shakespeare

I wake up every morning and start doing the things I have to do, but when I lie down at night and think about the next day I realize I'm not really doing anything. Nothing meaningful. No purpose. I'm just pushing my problems further away.
It doesn't matter whether I'm watching a movie, laughing, or doing anything else every single second of my life, I'm thinking about tomorrow's worries.
I'm so tired. Not physically my body doesn't even feel that tired. But there's this emptiness somewhere in my chest. Every time I breathe, it feels like I'm carrying an unbearable weight.
I don't care how
I just want it to finally be over

But I crumble completely
when you cry
It seems like once again you've had to greet me with goodbye
I'm always just about to go and spoil the surprise
Take my hands off of
your eyes too soon