so tired

of the bleeding walls and lies
that bounce up and down
falling thru my time line
and entering spaces
unmarked and concrete
tired
of hearing your voice
in that falsetto that
rings true for some
but no longer me
tired
of being near you only to
feel so far from anything
that i once knew was real
to the touch

so bloody tired
of whispers behind backs that have no front
and ears that pick and choose what to hear
and when and why and how
how do you do it
and convince them you never do
and how do you need something
you work so hard to push away
make me stay
but you can't and i no longer want to
sick of running
too tired to keep going
tired before i even started
mentally erasing you