my chest is tired from carrying the weight
my eyes are tired from holding the tears
my gut is tired from possessing the feelings
my mind is tired from analyzing the thoughts

a constant cycle of not being wanted
from the home
from the school
from the military
from the family

i cannot seem to find my place.

the lingering sensation of death lurking
because to be gone would be simple
plain and simple
the nothingness seems more inviting than
the home
the school
the military
the family

the tears streak my cheeks falling upon a broken heart
how can i mend something that does not want me?