fauxcroft

Sometimes I find myself tired
Tired of life
Of stress
Of love
Of trying so hard
Of failing
Of succeeding
Of crying
Of laughing
Of bleeding
Of finding a way
Of finding solutions
Of finding dead ends
Of silence
Of singing
Of simply just being
Of happiness
Of sadness
Of sanity
Of madness
Of existing
Of ceasing
And simply of breathing.
Let me sleep
For a millenia
So that I may feel rested
So that I may feel bliss
So that I may feel grace
So that I can just face
What we know to be life.
For I am tired.