I’m tired of recalling those nights when I heard shouts from my parents’ room at 3am.
I’m tired of knowing that Mom and Dad’s priority was not us. I’m tired of seeing them with their new families.
I’m tired of looking at my nephew’s sad eyes, longing for attention and for real happiness and for real love from his parents. If only I could not leave him, play with him all day and go with him wherever he wants, I will.
I’m tired of waiting for my family to come back in the church, it feels like waiting for a fish to drown in the sea.
I’m tired of doing my best for others and they didn’t even recognize it.
I’m tired of committing mistakes, and of becoming a mistake.
I’m tired of staying awake until 4am, staring at the ceiling, felt so empty; and of waking up early morning, carrying bags of rocks─ so heavy.
How I wish I could just close my eyes in a fine night, rest in harmony ’til all my struggles fade away, with me.
I’m tired of sharing my thoughts to anybody and of hearing voices.
I’m tired of watching people who got tired of me, tired of helping me to take away all the tragedies chained and locked in my body.
I’m tired of being treated like a rubbish. Once they get what they want, they will eventually leave.
I’m tired of being helpless and judged easily by other people.
I’m tired of seeing complete and happy families, eating dinner together, traveling together.
I’m tired of feeling sad and of being a burden.
I’m tired of pushing myself to smile, pretending like nothing’s going to wreck my inner self, even if the monster inside me tries to eat all my happy thoughts.
I’m tired of having friends, I no longer want to bother them.
I’m tired of being tired physically, emotionally and mentally.
I’m tired of breathing and of being alive.
I’m tired of shedding all my tears at times when I’m alone.
I’m tired of seeking help, I’m tired of being me─ of everything.
Maybe this is the right time, because,