mamas is tired.

i’m tired of the never end feeling(s) of drowning. like you’re diving into the deepest part of the darkest sea. you’re holding your breath until your cheeks turn purple. it’s like a constant need to breathe in, breathe out. but it’s stagnant. i’m tired of the heartbreak. imagine running at a kid’s party and you got the last cold caprisun. it’s your favorite flavor and you cannot wait… you push on the caprisun until it’s empty and twisted. you use that last breath to blow air back into it, just to push until it’s empty again. this could not be the life that you imagined, but it’s the life you’re surviving.