19, but I feel like I’m 89.
19 but sometimes I have no power to move.
Depression locks my muscles from within and takes away every ounce of motivation I have.
19 and yet I feel weak.
Where did all my energy go?
19 and all I want to do is lay in bed and count sheep.
19 and I always seem to be tired.
What are 10 hours of the most perfect sleep to me if I wake up feeling as if I slept 0?
19 and I’m already the most perfect liar.
Can’t you see it in my smile?
19 with bags under my eyes and flawed skin.
19, with no direction of who I am or where to go.
19 and my soul is already gone.
Struck with paralyzing fear.
19 with nothing but numbers to count.