Trapped in my own head

I'm so tired.
Not just in my body,
but in a way sleep won't fix.

Every day, I wear the same mask,
force the same smile,
walk the same endless road
with trembling feet.

Each step feels heavier,
each breath a little shallower,
but I keep moving,
because stopping means sinking,
and sinking means losing.

No one sees how heavy this feels,
how much I want to stop,
to let the weight pull me under,
to finally rest.

But I keep going.
I don't know why.
Maybe I'm waiting-
for the day I can't.

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Hey readers, I know I've been away for a while now. I just ran out of ideas for a while. Perhaps a small writer's block is okay, right?
Also, I'd really appreciate it if y'all voted and commented! It really motovates me to write more despite my dark days. (Oh wait, I actually write only on my dark days🥲)