Funus-Eris

its been a rough few months, and im so exhausted a can barley keep my head up. ive been spilling onto floors, like clumsy bottles from sweaty palms as useless as my own. so i stay in bed crying. id rather cry to lifeless heirlooms than assume somebody cares. but im getting tired in hopes that sleep could hit me sooner than a pillow to this dying breath. and im cold. and im gettin so cold.