I was tired before I met you. I am still exhausted now - it isn’t from lack of rest or coffee, it’s a strain that I feel pulling on my tendons and tightening the fibers of my eyelids. I am fatigued from life; from the pressure I feel building in my lungs.
I am tired of people, but my stomach aches in the empty rooms and in the silence they echo.
Flowers In Bone Cages (Available on Amazon)