I'm so tired of shoving my heart and soul into things that i will just throw out, so exhausted. So bored with the tick tock of my clock, my heart, my fingernails, my tongue. I can feel my bones wear away inside me, this body worn for simply too long. these 17 years have created moth holes in my skin, faded and pale from the sun, the sin. I don't believe in God anymore, but i believe I have sinned, and I'm tired of feeling like a sinner. I have created this rhythm of feet tapping, pen twirling, eyes shifting and yet none of these rhythms have found value. I have created so little art for myself and I'm tired of calling myself an artist. I am not an artist. I'm just tired.