(Source: brainsbrawnbeauty)

I know this shits not suppose to be easy but, I’m tired of it.

Drained, squeezed to my core. I’m left with:

rinds

reminisce

crumbs…

left overs, if you will.

It’s not as though once taken, it’s being replenished. I’m running on empty. My resources most precious to me are depleting.

My love,

My mind,

My passion,

My energy

…..dwindling

I’m in desperate need of a refill.