Tired of fighting.
Tired of doing my best.
Tired of waking up everyday
Tired of worrying about money
Tired of worrying about housing
Tired of feeling like garbage
Tired of not seeing my friends
Tired of not being social like I used to be
Tired of feeling like death
Tired of only wanting to stay in my room
Tired of my body not working
Tired of my mind not working
Tired of medication not working
Tired of being alive.
And I have no other choice except to bear the weight. Even if I can’t, even if I’m broken on the ground, it just sits on top of me. Waiting.