thewayiwrite

Tiredness

 

I am tired.

 

Tired of this state of waiting

Of being in limbo

Of nothing happening

 

Tired of the wasted days

Of the wasted youth

Of the wasted life

 

Tired of time continuing without me

Of being left behind

Of the sameness of every moment

 

Tired of being alone

Of the empty house

Of the silent walls

 

Tired of endless circles

Of the same music

Of the same films

 

I am tired.

Of Decaying.

Slowly.

Sadly.

Unnoticed.