Broken-a series of short stories

People

Home sick for a house that is not mine,

Love sick for a love that loves me not,

Tired for sleep that will never come,

Lonely for a person pushed away.

Hungry yet food never helps,

Thirsty yet water never quenches,

Anxious but medication never helps.

Distracted,

Depressed,

Anxious,

Tired.

I am never released from the burdens.

They weigh me down,

Words that break and crack,

Sentences that don't make sense,

Words that warble and shake,

Paragraphs that fill my mind.

People worry,

They ask what's wrong,

Tired is all I say,

They believe it is lack of sleep,

I am tired of crying,

Tired of breathing,

Tired of feeling,

Tired of sleeping,

Tired of eating,

I am tired at being yelled at,

For the things that keep me safe,

I'm tired of all the things,

That keep me awake,

I'm tired of sleeping to wake as if it never happened,

I'm tired of relying.

On writing,

On people,

On medication.

I'm tired of bothering the one nice man,

With all my boring problems,

While he has his own,

To worry to fix yet he tries on me.

Insomnia,

I'm tired of letting one nice boy know,

All that's going on,

While the turmoil in his life,

Turns him down an odd road.

He has his problems,

Yet I bother him with mine.

Social anxiety,

Gender confusion,

Parental problems,

Depression.

I'm tired of leaning on the sweet girl,

Who has been through so much. With eyes that have seen past their years,

And brain that knows to much.

Her problems they are real,

And yet I tell her mine,

Stalker,

Anxiety,

Epilepsy,

PTSD,

Seizures,

Depression,

I'm tired of leaning on the girl,

Who has been there for so long,

Waiting alongside me,

For the end that never seems to come.

Her problems have grown,

Sense I first met her,

Eyes full of sadness,

Mind full of hurt,

Depression,

Anxiety,

Anorexia.