I’ve reached a point where I can’t take life anymore. I’m so tired of trying.
I’m tired of sadness.
I’m tired of hopelessness.
I’m trying of getting my hopes up and being happy for a second and then having something happen that brings me back to deep deep deep sadness.
I’m tired of feeling alone.
I think I’ve always been alone, in essence, but every now and then people who’ve come by my life have fleetingly made me believe I wasn’t alone, only to let me down.
I’m also tired of letting people down.
I’m tired of disappointments.
I’m tired of heartache, and I’m tired of wishing I could turn back the clock and not make the decisions I made that brought me here.
Tired, but can’t sleep. Been a while since I really slept. I just exist and go through the motions but I feel numb and can’t stop crying.
I don’t even hate everything anymore, I’m too numb to feel anything but an immense amount of pain in my heart that will never go away.
I feel a big black cloud has been following me since I was very very young, and that’s my curse, my pain that I must live with.
But what if I’m just too tired to live with it?