Below

Tired. Exhausted.
Every single breath is drained, bit by bit.
All actually make sense. Every single one of them.
Mediocre. Not grand.
Repeating over and over again.
To ensure self.
Come on... Come on!
You can do it. Better start now.
But please, take a note.
Hope is like a coin.
It has two sides... Don't get ahead of yourself.