There is a kind of tired that sleep can’t touch. Not the kind you fix with a nap or coffee It’s in the bones, rattles inside my chest. I walk through days like a ghost still wearing skin, smiling so no one stares too long, breathing so no one asks "what you doin". I brush my teeth. I answer messages. I laugh in all the right places. And still, screaming quietly within. These are tears that never fall just collect somewhere deep, flooding rooms I’ve locked. No one sees it. Why would they? Made it easy to be the one who says “I’m okay”. There are nights when I lie still and pretend the ceiling will answer me. When I hope the tide might finally reach high enough to carry me. I dream sometimes of walking into the ocean just that I don't come back By gnawing my bones clean. I do not want a war, only an ending. A soft place to Completely disappear. A tide strong enough to drag me under and forget where it left me So I surrender. The world pulls me back with its unpaid bills, it's polite nods, it's unbearable mornings. I do not want your pity I do not want saving I want stillness I want nothing. I’m not brave Just tired, So tired And still here. But maybe one day, the tide will come just the right time and forget to return me.