Tired

Brick by Brick
My walls rise
My hands are tired
And so are my eyes

Tired of watching
Even of seeing
Tired of crying
Existing and being

Tired of raging
Tired of dying
Sick of the silence
Tired of trying

Tired of loving
Exhausted by living
Tired of taking
Broken from giving

Tired of talking
No joy in writing
All of these wrongs
I'm tired of fighting

Tired of hating
So sick of feeling
Tired of scars
The hurt that's not healing

I'm tired of worry
Over the doubt
Tired of everything
Tired, flat out

Tired of sleepless
But so sick of sleep
So tired of dreaming
Tired...
Asleep...