Tired.

I’m tired of waking up each morning, drawing a deep breath and bracing myself for the coming day.

I’m tired of dragging myself through life, my heart filled with dread, knowing that there is more to come.

I’m tired of “her”, I’m tired of words, I’m tired of life but most of all, I’m tired of losing the one thing that means the most to me.

Every night, I find myself repeating a prayer until I eventually succumb to sleep, praying for two things.

I pray that she finds happiness, that she finds someone who deserves her, someone who will love her the way that I love.

I pray that, for me, tomorrow never comes.