I’m tired.

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.

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