Sometimes I’m just tired of the bs in life. I’m tired of waking up tired. I’m tired of being way to stressed for my age. I’m tired of unnecessary tears. I’m just tired of too many things that I can’t change and I wish I could.. Sometimes I think of running, running from the constant pain that no one knows I have. Running from the fears that keep becoming reality but then I think about it and I can’t. I just can’t. I’m chained down, trapped with no one to save me. I’m around all these people but I’m more alone every day..