Tired

I am a stranger in this home we call body.

Why is it so hard to rest?
I don’t know why it’s so loud in my head.

I feel the pain buzzing through my body like it’s trying to tear me open.
I am a stranger in this home we call body.

There’s no volume knob for this.
No quiet room I can close the door on.

With restless nights turning into tired days
There is no rest in between these days.

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