Tired

You say, “What’s wrong?”

I say, “I’m tired.”

You ask again.

“I’m just tired.”

But it’s not the tired you think.

I’m tired.

Tired of the stress.

Tired of the noise in my head.

Tired of restless nights

Spent waiting on people

Who don’t respect my time.

Tired of the effort�"

Giving my all, getting back nothing.

Tired of begging

For attention, for love,

For basic respect. For someone to believe in me.

Tired of crying alone in my car.

Of reminding myself

That I am worthy.

That I am enough.

Tired of fighting

For the same love I give freely.

Tired of bending

So others don’t break.

Tired of making time

For people who won’t do the same.

Tired of broken promises

And rescheduled plans.

Tired of shouting

Just to be heard.

Tired of watching the sky cry with me

Through the window.