I’m tired.
Not just tired in the way sleep could cure,
But tired in a way that eats at me from the inside.
It’s a heaviness I can’t shake,
A burden I’ve carried too long,
Until my own skin feels foreign.

I’m tired of the thoughts that whisper in the dark,
Tired of the way they cut deep,
Digging into wounds I thought had healed.
I’m tired of the fight,
The endless battle with myself,
Where every victory feels hollow
And every defeat feels deserved.

I want to close my eyes and let go,
To drift into silence where the noise stops,
Where I’m not choking on my own thoughts,
Not drowning in my own mind.
It’s not that I’m lazy,
It’s not that I’m weak,
But I’m too tired to keep pretending,
Too tired to keep holding it all together
When everything inside me is falling apart.

I’m tired of the harm I do to myself,
The way I tear myself down piece by piece,
As if hurting myself is the only thing I know how to control.
I’m tired of the scars,
Both the ones I can see and the ones no one else notices,
The ones that make me feel like I don’t belong in my own skin.

I’m too tired to change,
Too tired to believe it could ever get better.
I’ve tried, I’ve fought,
But every time I stand, the ground gives way,
And I fall, deeper than before.

I’m not running away from life,
I’m just running from the pain that lives inside me,
The pain that won’t let go,
The pain that feels like it’s part of who I am now.
I want to sleep,
Not because I’m done with the world,
But because I’m done with the war inside me.

I’m tired of the harm,
Tired of the self-destruction,
Of hurting myself just to feel something,
Of carrying this weight that no one else can see.
I just want to close my eyes and stop,
Stop everything.
And never wake up to this fight again.