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.
Just a quick message, I’m unsure to who is disliking all the comments of this poem but I can assure you I like every comment, thank you all for such kind words and constructive criticism. #ignorethehate ❤️