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i'm tired.

i'm tired of walking a path of stones.
i'm tired of my steps being shaky and flimsy.
i'm tired of the noises in my head.

and it hurts,

to push through pain with gritted teeth,
to exhaust my energy just to stay alive,
to survive when everyone else thrives.

but i survive,

through days of ill-rested mind and body,
through weeks of doubt and agony,
through moments of despair and doubt.

.. but i wanna live,

free from the flame that burns my soul,
free from the demand of fixing myself,
free from the torment of surviving.

and maybe,

i'll find peace for my wicked head,
i'll take a deep breath without pain,
i'll become the help that i needed.