Tired

I’m tired, so very very tired

I’m tired of being stressed over everything, big things, small things, everywhere I look there is something else to stress about

I’m tired of trying my best only to fall flat on my face time and time again. It seems no matter what I do I just can’t seem to get it, whatever it is, right.

I’m tired of giving people my all only to be told it’s not enough, not good enough, completely unwanted, or simply blown off.

I’m tired of having to deny my kids simple things, they shouldn’t have to hear “sorry we can’t afford it” so much that they cease to wish

I’m tired of wondering where the hell I went wrong. Where did I screw up so bad that I am where I am? What did I do to create the hell that is my life?

I’m tired of never having enough time. Not enough time for my kids. Not enough time for my friends. Not enough time for anyone. And lord knows, never any time for me.

I’m tired of falling apart. I don’t want to be sick anymore. I don’t want a body that betrays me at every turn. I don’t want to lose anymore that I already have.

I’m just tired of being tired.

 

 

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