Russia Writing

Darling, I'm Tired

Darling, I'm tired. I'm tired of the pain that stabs my heart daily, I'm tired of being hated by the people I thought were my friends, I'm tired of being used to others advantage, but most of all, I'm tired of being alive. So many years I've been living and I can't take it anymore. I never asked for this! I never asked to be a country! I've watched so many people I care about die because I am not like them. Friends have talked me out of suicide so many times, it won't work though, I've tried. I can accept the fact that I will live forever, but I can't accept that I will be without you. Francis was able to see Jeanne again so why am I unable to see you? Darling, I'm tired and the strain of immortality exhausting, so why can't I meet you in my dreams?