I’m so tired, exhausted in fact.
Tired of waiting.
Tired of feeling.
Tired of believing.

I wish I could sleep through it all.
Dream through the hurt.
Dream through the time.
Dream through the numbness.

But I can’t sleep.
Even if I could, I’d still be tired of living.

I call you every day
We talk for hours at a time
But you see me as a sister
When I see you as more

She will never know
Because I would not want to
Ruin what we have