In Need of Rest

I’m so tired. I’m so tired of the emotions. I’m tired of the desire. I’m tired of the want. I’m tired of the pain. I’m tired of the sadness. I’m tired of the rollercoaster. I’m tired of the explanations. I’m tired of the nerves. I’m tired of the tears. I’m tired of the bitterness. I’m tired of the grief. I’m tired of the yearning. I’m tired of the drive. I’m tired of the planning. I’m tired of the need. I’m tired of the Hope. I’m tired of the doubt. I’m tired of the questions. I’m tired of the answers. I’m tired of the looks. I’m tired of the sympathy. I’m tired of the attention. I’m tired of the forgotten. I’m tired of the memories. I’m tired of the waiting. I’m tired of the counting. I’m tired of the unknown. I’m tired of the mourning. I’m tired of the depression. I’m tired of the fatigue. I’m tired of the longing. I’m tired of the thoughts. I’m tired of the second-guessing. I’m tired of the feelings. I’m tired of the advice. I’m tired of the pills. I’m tired of the wishing. I’m tired of the remembering. I’m tired of the jealousy. I’m tired of the competition. I’m tired of the numbness. I’m tired of the journey. I’m tired of the knowledge. I’m tired of the symptoms. I’m tired.