I am tired.
Tired of pretending.
Straining to be happy to hide the ongoing misery.
Containing the anger floating steadily inside like a ticking bomb.
Tired of the everyday tasks.
Servicing everyone else’s needs.
Putting mine to the side.
Fighting to hold back for the sake of keeping peace.
Faking the sanity.
Keeping up appearances.
Tired of the endless dread.
Knowing nothing will change.
Feeling like a failure.
Defeated.
Broken.
Miserable.
Trying to change.
Trying to be better and never succeeding.
I’m tired of holding on.
Dangling by a thread.
Just wanting to let go.
Just wanting to be free.
Tired of being tired.
Of arguing. Of bargaining. Of explaining.
I don’t know how to make it stop.
Without losing everything.
Without giving in to this dark feeling.
This enticing escape. The only way I know how to wake.