Just tired

Version 1:

I’m tired.
Not the kind of tired sleep can fix,
But the bone-deep weariness
Of carrying too much
For too long.

I’m tired of pretending.
Plastering on smiles
That crack under the weight
Of this silent storm,
This invisible war.

I’m tired of acting normal.
Of laughter that feels hollow,
Words that don’t quite fit,
And moments I once loved
Now fading into grey.

I’m tired of this ocean,
Of waves that rise too high,
Of winds that howl and tear,
Of a ship that never finds
A safe harbor,
Just more storms.

I’m tired of trying.
Of clawing for joy
Where once it bloomed freely.
Of picking up the pieces
After every crash
Only to watch them shatter again.

I’m tired of life
Knocking me down,
A sparring partner who never quits,
Never pulls its punches,
Never lets me catch my breath.

I’m tired.
And all I want
Is stillness—
Not the emptiness of giving up,
But the peace of being held.
Of finding ground beneath my feet.
Of not being so tired anymore.

But until then,
I am the ship.
I am the mast that creaks but holds,
The sail that tethers to hope,
The weary, aching captain
Who keeps steering through the storm.

Even when I’m tired.
Even when it feels endless.
Because somehow,
Somewhere,
There must still be calm seas.

Version 2:

I’m tired. Not the kind of tired that sleeping can fix, But the kind that sinks deep into your bones, From carrying too much weight For way too long.

I’m tired of pretending. Of forcing smiles That break under the pressure Of this invisible storm, This battle no one else can see.

I’m tired of acting like everything’s fine. Of laughing when it doesn’t feel real, Of saying the right things When nothing feels right, And watching the things I used to love Slip away into nothing.

I’m tired of always moving, Of chasing stability that never seems to arrive. I just want something simple, Something steady, The peace of boring, predictable days Where I can finally catch my breath.

I’m tired of life’s constant chaos. Each change hits like a storm, Every new challenge another blow That leaves me reeling. I want the ordinary, The quiet, unbroken rhythm of sameness— A place where nothing falls apart.

I’m tired of trying so hard. Of searching for joy Where it once came so easily. Of picking up shattered pieces After every crash, Only to see them break again.

I’m tired of life knocking me down. It’s like fighting an opponent Who never takes a break, Never goes easy, Never lets me rest.

I’m tired. And what I want most Is stillness— Not giving up, But finding peace. I need to feel grounded again, To stand on solid ground, To not be so tired anymore.

I dream of days that blur together In the best way. Days of simple routines and calm paths. The comfort of knowing tomorrow Will look just like today— And being okay with that.

But until that day comes, I am the ship. I am the mast that bends but doesn’t break, The sail that clings to hope, And the captain—weary and aching— Still steering through the storm, Searching for calmer waters.

Even when I’m exhausted. Even when it feels like it will never end. Because somehow, Somewhere, I believe there’s still a place of peace— And I just need to find it.

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