Insomniac's Requiem

I’m tired.

I’m tired of struggling to pay the bills.

I’m tired of going to sleep stressed out and waking up with a headache.

I’m tired of self-important know-it-alls who act on ignorance.

I’m tired of watching my home fall into disrepair without the money to stop it.

I’m tired of watching good people get bullied and shamed by the greedy and the selfish.

I’m tired of bureaucracy that is designed to kick us when we’re down.

I’m tired of a world that rewards the belligerent and punishes the patient.

I’m tired of the fear and uncertainty I never had when I was young.

I’m tired of watching my life pass me by.

I’m tired of defending justice and common decency against stubbornness and apathy.

I’m tired of the pretending that I’m not tired.

I’m tired of the status quo.

I’m tired of starting over.

I’m tired of it all—and if I weren’t so tired all the time, I’d do something about it.

But I’m just too damned tired.