Some days I wake up already tired
Like my mind ran a Marathon
While my body just lay there
Pretending to rest
There’s no dramatic breakdown
No cinematic collapse
Just this constant pressure
Sitting behind my thoughts
Pushing
Pushing
Never enough to explode
Always enough to hurt
The scream isn’t loud
It’s not even a scream
It’s more like a steady hum
Of something’s wrong
That I can’t name
I can’t fix
I can’t outrun
I go through the motions
Work
Talk
Smile
Nod
Everyone thinks I’m fine
I’ve learned how to look fine
Inside
It’s like a room
With no air circulation
Every day the oxygen drops
Just a little more
I tell myself it’ll pass
I tell myself I’m strong
I tell myself a lot of things
Because silence is worse
But the truth is simple
I’m tired in a way sleep can’t touch
There’s a noise inside me
I don’t know how to quiet