It isn’t the kind of tired
that can be cured by sleep.
It’s the kind that is always
coupled with an inexplicable sadness
the kind that created a black hole
in your heart
and sucks away a
little piece of yourself
with each passing minute.
This tired is mind consuming
and before the day has even begun
you want it to be over.
But it isn’t, and you force yourself
to face a world filled with fake smiles
and “I’m okay”s
when really, all you want to do
Because you’ve fallen so far that
unconsciousness has become
the only means of escape.