So tired, all the time. So little matters. So little is worth expending energy on.

You don't wish to die, or to be happy, you're just tired. Tired of so much.

You haven't relaxed in years, or gotten relief. There's always more to do, so much on the horizon.

Nothing satisfies you, nothing fills the void. Never stability, never simplicity, always tired.

But will you suffer so that others will not? The question rings.

You will suffer, and so will everybody else. No rest for the wicked.