Exhausted

Brick by brick
The walls rise
My hands are tired
And so are my eyes
Tired of watching
Tired of seeing
Tired of crying
Tired of being

Tired of raging
Tired of dying
Tired of silence
Tired of trying
Tired of loving
Tired of living
Tired of taking
Tired of giving

Tired of talking
Tired of writing
Tired of wronging
Tired of fighting
Tired of hating
Tired of feeling
Tired of bleeding
Tired of healing

Tired of worry
Tired of doubt
Tired of everything
Tired, flat out
Tired of sleepless
Tired of sleep
Tired of dreaming
Tired
Asleep....