I'm tired. Of everything really. I'm tired of the pain,
the emotional, the physical, the fog inside my brain.
I'm tired of hurting others and being hurt in return.
I'm tired of being tired, to live with this I'll never learn.
I'm tired of the nausea, the pain makes me green.
I'm tired of looking sickly, am I the sickest you've ever seen?
I'm tired of avoiding people I'm scared they won't understand.
I'm tired of always having to change, I'm tired of losing my plans.
Of having to change my hopes and dreams
Cause of course it's not God's will,
but he's my father, brother, he's my all,
and he's helping me up this hill.
I'm tired of the medications that cause bitter agony.
I'm tired of all the rules. I'm tired of wishing to be free.
I'm tired of changing who I am to suit a life I hate.
I'm tired of looking in the mirror seeing what this pain creates.
I'm a sickly weakened child who cries out in the dark.
who can't seem to keep up with you. This illness left it's mark.
And I guess I'm just tired of trying, I'm tried of trying to smile.
And I'm tired of doing it all alone, lonely all the while.
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