The Kind of Tired Sleep Can't Fix.

I’m so tired.  

I’m tired of being anxious, tired of being depressed, and tired of being triggered.  

I’m so mentally drained.  

I’m tired of being in this environment.  

I’m tired of breathing, and I’m tired of getting up and putting one foot in front of the other.  

I miss laughing things off and zoning out on life, because at least then, I could at least taste what it felt like to be at peace even if I wasn’t.  

I miss the way I felt when I didn’t.

Why can’t I just forgive?  

Why can’t I just find my peace?  

Why is my happiness so temporary?  

Every breath and every movement takes up every bit of energy.  

What does it take to ever be good enough?  

Why couldn’t I have your attention?  

Why do you wait until now to try to get it?  

I can’t even bring myself to try to forgive you for the emotions, the tears, and the voice you took of mine.