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

is sleep.

Because you’ve fallen so far that

unconsciousness has become

the only means of escape.