I’m Tired, Life

Life, I’ve carried more than I could hold, with hands that still reached for gentleness. I’ve swallowed my voice so others could speak. I’ve stood in storms so others could stay dry.
But I’m tired now.
Not angry—just worn. 

Not hopeless—just hollowed. 

Even love has become heavy in my chest, and dreams, those once-bright lanterns, flicker more than they shine.
I’ve seen too much pretending.Too many hands that only take.Too many smiles that hide sharp edges.Too many nights spent talking to the ceiling, asking it to make sense of things it cannot answer.
I used to believe in starting over. Now I just want stillness—not silence, just a place where I don’t have to hold it all together.
If you’re listening, Life, don’t send me lessons right now. Send me quiet. Send me soft. Send me something that doesn’t need me to be strong.
Because I’m still here. 

But I am tired.

And that’s all I need you to know