When I say I’m tired people ask why
Why I didn’t go to bed earlier
Or get up later
As if tired only means I need sleep
I’m tired of wrestling my brain to get out of bed
Tired of forcing myself to eat
I’m tired of fighting for sleep
Tired of struggling through every moment of my day
I’m tired of saying sorry because I can’t focus on anyone else
Tired of staple-on smiles that fool everyone but myself
I’m tired of wondering if I’m only tolerated because people don’t want to ditch the guy with issues
Tired of being needy
I’m tired of telling myself to keep going because tomorrow might be better
Tired of drifting through life
I’m tired of sharing my head with the voices who hate me
Tired of feeling nothing
I’m tired of being tired
Tired of feeling broken
I’m tired of living
But I’m scared of dying
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