I am tired throughout the days.
But I can’t sleep at night.
So with a tired soul,
I lay in my bed and I think.
I think of a million things at a time.
Many thoughts makes me sad.
Some things I wish for, but will never happen.
Things I wish I never said and could have done.
And when the morning comes,
I can’t tell if I am physically or emotionally
Exhausted. But I feel like my whole life
is me on my bed. Thinking. And being tired.