My soul is tired.
No matter how many hours I sleep,
it’s like my body refuses to rest.
I’m running on adrenaline.
I’m running on faith.
My mind won’t shut up long enough
to let me breathe.
I’m fighting a battle inside my head,
and at this point
I’m not even sure who will win.
I just want to sleep.
I’m mentally exhausted
to the point where I can’t even cry anymore.
I feel the tears,
but it’s like they refuse to fall.
I just want to rest.
That’s all.
Really and truthfully, that’s all.
But deep down…
it feels like it’s something deeper,
something I don’t want to accept.
No matter what I do,
it feels like it’s not enough.
Like it isn’t worth it at all.
I stopped attending school
so I could rest mentally
and instead I started working.
At one point I felt proud of myself,
but now I’m left wondering
if this is really the path
I want to go down.
Sometimes I think
I should’ve gone back to school,
but I also know
I wouldn’t have survived that long.
At some point
I would’ve given up
if I didn’t rest.
I’m begging
and screaming for rest,
but God,
I just can’t seem to find the help I need.
I’m scared to ask
the people around me.
My thoughts are getting worse
every day.
I feel like I’m in a different world,
and yet somehow
I’m still here.
I just wish I could rest.
I wish I could shut my mind off
for a few hours.
But even then
I don’t know if I would let myself rest.
I just need my soul to rest.
Mar 10
Mar 10, 2026 at 6:51 AM UTC
My soul is tired.
No matter how many hours I sleep,
it’s like my body refuses to rest.
I’m running on adrenaline.
I’m running on faith.
My mind won’t shut up long enough
to let me breathe.
I’m fighting a battle inside my head,
and at this point
I’m not even sure who will win.
I just want to sleep.
I’m mentally exhausted
to the point where I can’t even cry anymore.
I feel the tears,
but it’s like they refuse to fall.
I just want to rest.
That’s all.
Really and truthfully, that’s all.
But deep down…
it feels like it’s something deeper,
something I don’t want to accept.
No matter what I do,
it feels like it’s not enough.
Like it isn’t worth it at all.
I stopped attending school
so I could rest mentally
and instead I started working.
At one point I felt proud of myself,
but now I’m left wondering
if this is really the path
I want to go down.
Sometimes I think
I should’ve gone back to school,
but I also know
I wouldn’t have survived that long.
At some point
I would’ve given up
if I didn’t rest.
I’m begging
and screaming for rest,
but God,
I just can’t seem to find the help I need.
I’m scared to ask
the people around me.
My thoughts are getting worse
every day.
I feel like I’m in a different world,
and yet somehow
I’m still here.
I just wish I could rest.
I wish I could shut my mind off
for a few hours.
But even then
I don’t know if I would let myself rest.
I just need my soul to rest.