Tired

Tired. That is the only way
I can explain how I feel.
I am just tired, that is all.
When in reality, I want to cry,
I want to scream, I want to die.
Feeling like a Weeping Willow after
I have been beaten during a
Midwestern hail storm.

Tired. That is all, I am just tired.
I do not want to move to tomorrow.
I just want to sleep it away.
The bruises feel too deep.
The mental pain and anguish
imprisons my heart and soul.
Relations are falling apart and
finances out of my control.

Tired. This is an emotion
that I never thought possible.
I try so hard not to be tired,
broken, ashamed, not myself.
I put on a fake face every day,
trying to hide myself-so far
so good. I know there are many
that are feeling the same, tired.