Exhaustion

I can’t even spell.

I can’t concentrate on my train of thought.

It hurts to think.

It hurts to feel.

All I want to do is curl into a ball and sleep for three days.

I am the epitome of a body in complete rebellion.

I am emotionally exhausted.

I am done with all this.

I don’t want to be typing.

I don’t want to be thinking.

I don’t want to be feeling.

I am not feeling.

Sensations of comfort replaced by stress replaced by shock replaced by

NUMB.

I don’t know how to go about this.

I can’t decide if there is actually a way of going about it.

I want to just let things happen.

I want to be in control.

I am trying to let go.

I can’t name this as hard as I try.

Maybe I try too hard.

I am scattered.

I am battered.

I am shattered.

I am exhausted.