I'm tired of pain. I'm tired of waking up every morning think the same thing. "Will I do it today?" "What if I did do it today?" "No one would notice anyway." I'm tired of missing the pain. I don't want the pain of a blade anymore. I don't want to miss /him/ but I do. I miss the pain he gave me.
I'm tired of remembering. Remembering why /he/ hit me. Why /he/ yelled at me. Why /he/ didn't love me.
I'm tired of fighting. All my life I've been fighting for myself and I no longer have the strength. I was never meant to fight on my own.
But yet... After all this...
I won't give up. Not until this feeling of being so tired is over. I can't just quit... Maybe one day.... It'll all be okay.