I think I’m getting tired,
I see the signs,
my moods been off for sometime,
each day no longer feels different,
the spark in my eyes are slowly dimming
my smile is thinning
yet the world around me is at peace.

I think I’m getting tired,
I no longer want to go out,
I avoid interactions like the plague,
I sit by myself and think,
a huge mistake that I can’t rectify.

I think I’m getting tired,
my eyes are dry but
my tear stained cheeks tell a different tale
my lips say nothing
but the crack in my smile speaks volume
my demeanor is calm
but my incessant feet tapping gives me away.

I think I’m getting tired,
I no longer wish to live but
that doesn’t mean I’m praying for death
All I’m asking for is a place to
lay my head,
cast away my demons
and rest.