I'm so tired.
My body's tired.
My soul is tired.
My heart is tired.
I would cry, but I'm too tired to cry.
I would sleep, but I'm too tired to let myself rest 'cause I knew it would help nothing.
What was there to do?
Nothing made me happy. Nothing made me feel like life was worth living. Nothing made me less tired than I already was.
Inside, I felt like screaming and sobbing and moaning and crying how tired I was. But the mere thought just made me even more tired.
So with one tear rolling down my cheek and a choked sob at the back of my throat, I let out a sigh and continued staring at the wall; That's all I could do.
It's just...
I'm so tired.
