Tired Of Me Poem by David Self

Lights go out inside,
Nothing left to lie beside.
Life feels like a constant fight,
I battle on with all my might.

I know it's only really me,
But it's hard to make the others see.
Fed up of sitting here,
Sleepless nights, just staring clear.

My life feels hollow, empty space,
Has there ever been a brighter place?
I bang my head against the wall,
No longer strong, no longer tall.

Not the best parent I could be,
But I've given what was left of me.
Not the best partner, that is true,
Not as close as we once knew.

But again, that blame is mine,
Conversations lost in time.
No answers waiting here for me,
Just hollow echoes where I should be.

I'm tired of life, tired of me,
Tired of what's been and what will be.
Tired of always sinking down,
Tired of walking with this frown.

I can't be the faith I wish to show,
The world won't let me, so I don't grow.
I sit inside this endless slump,
Buried deep within the dump.

Tired of being good to all,
Forcing myself to stand up tall.
Keeping quiet through the pain,
Living life in shades of strain.

So yes, I'm angry, worn, and stressed,
Lost inside this heaviness.
Time will tell, it always does,
But for now — I sit alone, because.