Tired.

I ache.
Everywhere and Anywhere.
But especially, my heart.

I’m tired.
Physically.
Mentally.
Spiritually.

I just want to take a nap.
A time away from everyone.
There busy lives.

But not just that.
I want somebody to ask me, just once,
if I’m okay.

I’m tired.
Of asking people if they are okay,
if I can do anything for them.

I’m tired of giving out hugs,
but not once taking one in.

I’m lost.
In the feeling that,
I can’t deal with this anymore.

I’m tired of feeling fake.
Of putting on this mask,
but not once,
asked to take it off.

I’m tired of being invisible.

I’m lost.
And I ache.
My body is weary,
without anybody,
taking care.

I’m tired of being pushed to the side,
of being silenced before the
chance to open my mouth.

I’m lost,
but I’m here.
Nobody will notice.

There is no self-pity here.
Just the knowledge of my friends,
and family.

I know them.
I watch.
And listen.
When they don’t think I do.

I know them.
Their thoughts and fears.
and not one,
includes me.

Now, I know this might sound like a self-pity party. I didn't want it to sound like that. Because I hate self pity more than anybody else. My mom uses it all the time, and just...ugh. I don't even know if these are my feelings about myself. Some of it is for sure. But I don't pity myself. I just wish for once, I felt like God was answering my prayers. U know? I hope you review and if you don't thats fine. I know people in general are busy. Its America, do we do anything slow? Haha. Lots of love, Liz.