completely

I’m done. Completely tapped out. 
Waiting for something to change 
but repeating the same thing over again
I must be crazy; the very definition of. 

I’m done. Completely drained. 
The constant battles
the never being good enough 
why am I never good enough? 

I’m done. Completely void of life. 
There isn’t a single thing I can do
to make you see I’m trying; doing my best. 
Why can’t I get it right just once? 

I’m done. Completely alone. 
Let me be with my own thoughts 
let me pay for my own poor choices. 
I just want to be left alone for a while. 



TJ Ruberto 2021

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