I've grown tired, so tired.
Tired of wishing to like myself or others.
Tired of that strong, strong sense that I don't belong.
Anxieties, they accompany me.
It's tiring.
It tires me out when I just can't seem to enjoy anything.
It tires me out to think.
When you only think about, 'why am I even here?'
I'm too tired to get out of bed.
Too tired to take my meds.
Forget it, don't care.
I wish to feel something, but i'm scared.
Will others hurt me? Possibly.
But I don't fear that, I only fear that sense of discrepancy.
Happy one moment, then the depression follows swiftly.
I don't like this body.
I don't belong anywhere.
But it's fine, it will go away in time.