Tired and Worn

It's funny how I can tell when I am getting into one of my cycles.

I get tired. Tired of the world... tired of working... tired of trying.

I start to just not give a single care for anything.

Which is never good.

My mind starts playing tricks on me.

Making me believe I'm just not worth anything.

I am just tired.

I'm tired of being a parent to my younger siblings.

I'm tired of having to wait around to see what exactly is going on in my house to figure out my schedule.

I'm tired of not being able to have some sort of freedom that spreads farther than a few miles.

I'm tired of being told the same thing over and over.

I'm tired of the constant disappointment  that I face, and that I cause

I've become worn.

I can feel those walls I so gracefully tried to take down begin to form again.

I've become tired and worn...

I hope this cycle passes quickly.

I am trying with all of my might not to be at the grips of this disease.

I will fight harder than anyone has fought over this disease.

I will not let it control me. 

Worn - Tenth Avenue North

Hope Will Lead Us On- BarlowGirl