Witherd, worn, and wondering.

I sit here,
Tired and worn,
Worried and calm,
Terrified and content.
I sit here and think about the future,
About what is ahead,
About my distant future,
About my very next breath.
I can't take the speed of life right now,
I need to slow things down
Look at the things around,
And acutely analyze this lifestyle
In which I to be so engulfed in.
I feel exhausted.
How do I do this?
How do I manage to put up with myself?
I sit here,
Tired and worn,
Perfectly happy,
As I wither away into none.