I’m tired of looking for something to make me feel alive.
I’m tired of feeling uncomfortable with who I am inside.
I’m tired of noticing others’ pain and ignoring mine,
I’m tired of never expressing my own rage at being left behind.
I’m tired of racing only to let people push past me at the finish line,
I’m tired of sacrificing myself only for you to leave my side,
I’m tired of acting like I’m not rapidly losing my mind,
I’m tired of only feeling the disappointment and never the pride.
I’m tired of thinking about how I have never been fine.
© Grinchy