Maybe it Will End

I'm So Tired

I'm tired.

I'm so tired.

But every time I try to close my eyes someone screams.

They scream at me,

Asking me to stay awake.

But I'm tired.

I'm so tired.

They ask me to talk about my family,

But the lights are blinding me,

And I want to close my eyes.

I'm tired.

I'm so tired.

She, I've concluded it's a she, asks me to talk about my favorite band.

But I can't think of anything,

And my eyes start to drift shut.

She screams at me again,

Asking me my favorite song,

But I'm tired.

I'm so tired.

I think I'm lying down,

And I'm in a position that's so comfortable,

And I start to close my eyes again when the woman asks about my younger brother.

I don't want to talk about him.

I'm tired.

I'm so tired.

Why is it so bright?

Why are we bumping around so quickly?

Why can't I close my eyes?

Why am I not allowed to sleep?

I'm tired.

I'm so tired.

I almost try to beg the woman,

Reason with her.

Explain to her how much I need to sleep.

But I'm tired.

Too tired.

I'm so tired.

I finally start to fall asleep,

Consciousness slipping away,

And I'm so happy.

I'm tired.

I'm so tired.

And now I can finally sleep.