I’m tired.

‘I’m tired’ she said.

‘But not just in the, I just need some sleep,

type of way, sleep won’t help this deep fatigue.

Sleep won’t heal the yawns of this heart,

The restlessness of this mind,

Where the hell is home?’

She asked.

‘This world is full of people,

And yet I feel alone,

Surrounded by the dead pretending to live,

And now I too, struggle to feel alive.

Smile one minute, break down the next,

Good advice from friends and family,

Yet I still feel a wreck.

When will this glue reset my broken bits?

When will it feel okay to have broken bits?

I’m tired.’

She said.


Written in 2016©

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