Tired

I am so god damn tired. I'm tired of how much I hurt. How much that hurt can take you, spin you around and around until your heart beats out of your chest. Your thoughts start running around like you're caught in a trap of non-stop feelings — when you enter those wrong and lost thoughts of not being here. Of not wanting to listen to every person asking if you're okay. When the answer is always no, which is what I want to say. But instead I say, "I'm fine. I'm great. " Because they don't care. They only do it because it makes them feel better.