Short Stories

Maybe if i wasnt so tired

I wish to fall.
To sleep..
Oh why can't sleep be as refreshing as it used to be...
Without the ebbing worries and thoughts twisting and tearing apart everything.
All the good.
All my already dwindling strength..
Replacing it with the bad.
Replacing the strength with more weight to keep me down.
Music slowly becoming meaningless.
Books slowly becoming closed doors.
Maybe I am better off alone.
Maybe it's the cold weather.
Maybe it's the chill in my heart.
But I'm so damn tired.
Maybe one day I just don't have to wake up anymore.