When you think you can not open the door, remember that the whole wall is an illusion.
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When you think you can not open the door, remember that the whole wall is an illusion.
I am tired of being a woman
I am tired of being a man
I am tired I am tired I am tired
I am tired
close the curtains
break the mirrors
smash your phone
quit your job
burn down the house
end your contract with society
we did not say a naked word
we did not move a single space
we closed our eyes
once again happily smiling
on fashisms rage
once again the future will look back
on us humble cowards
asking
how did you let this happen?
I must have a heart
for it still hurts
I must have a heart
for it still hurts
in this time there is no space to sleep
in this time there is no space to live
I am longing
exhausted dream
for another time
and I stopped breathing
hoping my thoughts would follow my breath
finally leaving me alone
I am tired
I am tired and exhausted
bloodless sleepless dreamless
unbearable greatness
expectation of tomorrowland
I am tired
Tired of the future
there is only pain
the same old boring pain
tasteless emotions
rotting memories
I am tired of the things to come
I am tired of the future
I do not want to be tired
I want to burn
burn down this world with my own fire
where is my fire
where is the anger I had as a young one
where is the wrath I had as a child
where is the fury of youth
I walked within chest bones
an arch of mysery
nothing is me
and I am nothing
every written novel is a non comitted suicide