Tired

I’m tired.

Oh so tired.

That’s the thing though,

Is that the only thing that I ever say to people,

Is the fact of how tired I am.

And what that means to me,

Isn’t that sort of depressing?

How pathetic am I?

The only thing that I can think of to say is my own feelings.

Not taking into consideration of what others think,

Or feel,

Or say.

It’s like this way I don't have to feel.

Just stay away.

And be afraid.

Of the light of day.

And how it shines in my eyes.

And makes me blinded by the light,

Just letting it take me away,

To better days.