I'm So Tired.

I'm so tired.

Like, I know. I know what I have to do. I know Who I need to reach for. I know.

But I'm tired.

Too tired.

Always tired.

I'm hungry. It's ok. I'll be fine. I'll be pretty.

Sometimes I desire penitence.

Suffering.

And everything forces me to joy.

Why can't I be melancholic? Is it a sin? Is it so bad?

I want to mourn. Is it a sin? To mourn over Him?

He's alive. He's beside the Father.

But I can't mourn? Over His divine sacrifice.

I'm hungry

I want to be a kid again.

So I can play and not worry about anything.

Growing up is never what we expect. We think adults know everything, that they know what they're doing, but the thing is: they're also children who grew up.

I wish I could close my eyes and dream, like I used to.

But life knocks hard on everyone's door.

I'm so tired of living rn

Like, I know, I understand. But it's so hard. I hate myself, I hate my disgusting flaws. I wish I could be better for You, but... I'm me.

Please, take me back once this is over. Or take me out of it. I can't survive without You, and I feel like I can't stop to reach You.