No matter how suffocating I feel to myself, or how I assume those around me feel, this dead weight feels like a feather on his chest and it listens earnestly to the rhythm of love.
I am beat. My work has me doing everything. My mother has me doing everything. My spouse has me doing everything. I am beat. There is no time left for me. My wants and needs are non existent. I am beat through and through.
just me
I feel like I am beat even before I begin. I have dreams of having my own home, being fit financially and physically. But My spouse feels otherwise. As much as I do, I feel I need to do more. As is I do all the cooking, cleaning, go to school and make the majority of the money. I am always the stable one, sacrificing everything I have including my sanity, while my spouse barely work and then complains about it , trying to get fired. MY world has me beat no matter how hard I push
No matter how suffocating I feel to myself, or how I assume those around me feel, this dead weight feels like a feather on his chest and it listens earnestly to the rhythm of love.
Beat the drum, make the gongs clang and the feet dance, round and round we sway, arms out, feet tapping, heartbeat of life
I am beat. My work has me doing everything. My mother has me doing everything. My spouse has me doing everything. I am beat. There is no time left for me. My wants and needs are non existent. I am beat through and through.
I feel like I am beat even before I begin. I have dreams of having my own home, being fit financially and physically. But My spouse feels otherwise. As much as I do, I feel I need to do more. As is I do all the cooking, cleaning, go to school and make the majority of the money. I am always the stable one, sacrificing everything I have including my sanity, while my spouse barely work and then complains about it , trying to get fired. MY world has me beat no matter how hard I push