It seems as though a cloud has permanently settled over my head 

And my chest is burdened with a twenty pound weight that doesn't belong on my bones. 

Emotionally, I'm dead. 

It spreads to my body, but that's not surprising. 

I am so tired. 

Drifting. 

I thought I was okay, but these are inner lies. 

I wear a mask, 

Drape facade like a cloak, 

And am blinded to truth.