I woke up feeling like my chest was caving in again. It feels like I'm carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders, but that's not what it is. I'm carrying the pain of your addiction, the hurt of your words and the bruises of your fists. How much longer are we going to continue this? Until you die from your addiction or until I die at your hands? Either way it wont end good for either of us. It's exhausting, I can see you're giving up. Maybe I am too.
Maybe, I'm tired.
I'm tired of fighting you for your sobriety.
I'm tired of fighting you for your life.
I'm tired of fighting you for your love.
I'm tired of loving you to the point where I don't love myself anymore.
I'm tired of not being enough, not even for myself.
I'm just tired.
