Burnout
It is a silent thief
You live for the adrenaline rush
You are invincible
You are at the top
What's one more day
Week, month
I'll rest later
Then your body forces you to rest, with a dreamless, black, inky sleep. It's no way to live you say
You are at the top
You are off running again
The waves crash into you again and again
One day you realize there's nothing left
It's a fatigue that won't leave
What was your dream and passion chewed you up and spit you out
Then you are riddled with doubt
They are in the spot light
You've lost your fight
No longer at the top
Because you couldn't stop
Now the reins are passed on
Those days are gone
Please don't be the fool
Don't let what happened to me happen to you
Burnout can also be not-so-silent when the grumpiness it causes is taken out those around you. Well-done, Jane!
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