Enough
Sometimes it seems like the only thing I can do without pain, strain or exhaustion is to breath. Unless I’m being "hugged". Then even sitting and breathing is difficult.
I’ve simply had enough. I've had enough of this "physical life". I've had enough of being a burden, enough of being a distraction, enough of being a liability.
I’ve had enough of the looks, enough of the pity and enough of the guilt. I've had enough of my loved ones trying to understand this un-understandable mess within.
I’ve had enough of the sympathy. Enough of the oblivious and enough of the heartache.
I've had enough of the struggle. I've had enough of the inside fight. I've had enough of this battle between my mind and my matter. I’ve had enough of the pain I’ve had enough of the mourning the suffering and enough of the sorrow.
I’ve had enough of being exhausted, beat down and tired. I’ve had enough of being forced to sit and be idle. I’ve had enough of not going and not being able.
I’ve had enough of the heavy legs and enough of the two left feet. I’ve had enough these crutches. I’ve had enough of that walker and enough of that f**king chair.
I've had enough of pretending. I've had enough of the lying. I’ve had more than enough of the crying.
Some days, I have simply just had enough.
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