I'm tired of this life, of the past and of the guilt.
I'm tired of being sick, the doctors and the time it takes away.
I'm tired of the loneliness, having just texts, but no one to hug.
I'm tired of this house, the screaming and the silence.
I'm tired of this world, the repetition and the war.
I sleep to terrors and wake up to disappointment.
I keep going....why?
