My heart. This stupid thing that still beats. Still beating. Still hurting. It’s been numbed to the core. But still somehow feels too much. This paradox of pain. All resulting in this cycle of desperation, dying, and doubt. The more I try, the harder it gets to try. The weight of the world tiring my shoulders. My perception here is worsened by this haze. The haze that consumes all. Consuming my soul. My will to live. All because of this stupid human heart. Which regrettably still keeps me alive. Id rather be gone. Ive considered that for far too long. Im sorry to anyone who wasted their time on me. This self serving shadow who only cares. But cant care about himself. I care too much. Love too much. And it always comes back. Always. Shortening my will. And making me barely stop myself from letting go…
