I am tired.
Of this emptiness. That's inside of me. Because of what I've lost. And of what I never had. Of things I want and cannot have. Of an unease. A discontent. A restlessness. Because of this lack of activity. This stagnancy. This slow haze, that life has become. That I don't understand. Of this never ending struggle to stay afloat. To keep my neck above the water. Of this constant urge to block everything out, shut my eyes, and go back to sleep.
I'm just tired.