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[whiskyinmind]

You know something? I'm tired.

I'm tired of being depressed, of being ill, of being tired.
I'm tired of waking up in the morning and
Wishing I could sleep some more,
Of wishing the day wouldn't come
Crashing down
With the weight of a thousand bricks.
Metaphorically speaking.

I'm tired of people leaving.
I'm tired of friends saying goodbye.
I'm tired of pretending
that it doesn't matter;
that it doesn't hurt;
that I don't care.

I'm tired of not knowing,
What the future holds.
I'm tired of seeing the damage,
That the past has done.

Is there a pill I can take?
Some medication, please?
Something to rid my bones.
Of this tiredness.

This weariness that seeps,
into every part of me.
Everything I touch seems jaded,
Memories faded.
My back is breaking under this weight.

It matters.
It hurts.
I care.