I’m tired of yelling.
I’m tired of crying.
I’m tired of pretending someone is here with me.
I’m tired of being angry and alone, drowning in my sorrow.
I’m tired of feeling stuck in a cage I can’t escape.
I’m tired of needing help.
I’m tired of remembering and missing things.
I’m tried of the feeling that I’m different.
I’m tired of missing people, feeling worthless, and empty inside.
I’m tired of not being able to just let go of my past.
I’m tired of wishing I could start over, wishing, dreaming of a life I will never have.
But, most of all, I’m tired of being tired.
