Tired

 Lines under the eyes dig deepVision blurred, tears drench the cheek Head pounding, anxiously tense with this warSluggish, feels aged, as though having been here too many times before Already cut down, now getting lost in the abyssEmotional, physical, mental Tiredness Mind cluttered, millions of thoughts sting the mindTemptation to leave to a place no one else can find Abuse that leaves no marks, not on the body at leastPain that has no proof, no signs of foul-play says the autopsy Mother you’re the rock to stand upon, father the hero to look up toNo longer feeling wanted, there daughter will no longer due Every breath drawn hesitantlyEvery action has only a reaction of disgustSomehow feeling obligatedTo keep the pain hushed hushed Fingers all pointing to her, judgmental eyes glareThey say it’s all her fault, not true, not true, not true, I swear.