Tired

My eyes hurt from crying,

but my heart is bruised.

I'm trying to decide which is worse,

and I think I have my answer

in the way they keep falling,

though it burns.

 

My heart misses you,

my head despises you,

and my body is tired.

I am tired,

and that is all I will feel.

 

And I see the word "tired"

in my mind's eye

until it is no longer a word,

and all I can see are

all the things "tired" applies to.

 

And when that also goes away,

when the word is no longer a word,

and what I had left is also nothing,

I will close my eyes,

and be what I have become.

 

Nothing.