Tired.

I'm tired.
After the last 2 weeks,
I feel like I have nothing left to give.
I'm spent.
I have been everything I could be to all that surround me.
I have made it through the obstacles of February.
And now. . .I'm tired.
Phycially.
Mentally.
Emotionally.
I have nothing left to offer you.
For now.
I'm ready to go home and cry.
Break down and become hysterical.
Then I can rebuild and ready myself for the storm that approaches.
I can do nothing to stop the things around me.
All I can do is take care of this body, mind, and soul
so that I can be more available to help those that are in need.


But, fuck, it's hard.
I feel anxious.
I just want to cry.
I want to be the one that gets to 'lose it'.
I keep praying that no one wakes up.
I thank every silent minute that slinks by.
Sleep, sleep, sleep. . .