I’m tired.
Tired of fighting,
tired of feeling,
tired of failing.
Seems like all I do lately is fail.
Fail to let people in,
fail to keep sadness out,
fail to pull myself together.
I keep blaming it on uncertainty.
Uncertainty of life,
uncertainty of love,
uncertainty of worth.
Maybe it’s really my refusal to leave comfort.
Comfort in sadness,
comfort in loneliness,
comfort in heartbreak.
One day, I’ll either learn to sink or swim,
instead of just treading the water.
Fire & Female 