The secrets that I keep

My secrets don’t let me fall asleep and never let me be at ease. I can’t withstand this fucking life. Everyone around me, near me, and those who are also far, are halfwits like no one’s business. I can’t withstand it, it’s killing me. I wish that I had died a while ago from all of this, so that it would be behind me already and that I could move on with a good life. This despair, it’s never fading, it’s staying.