How do you keep going when there’s nothing left inside you?

Not physically – but inside.

That constant functioning, without even knowing why anymore.

I’ve often pretended everything was fine.
Smiled while something inside me quietly broke.

I’m tired… tired of something that was supposed to be beautiful.

Maybe I could still believe — or maybe it’s time to give up.
But one thing’s certain: if it stays like this, it won’t end well.