Rest

I've taken worse beatings before,
I've waited longer outside another door.
but never have I hurt like this.
and its not that it was ever bliss.
not one good thing came of it,
just a whole lot of nothing and one big fit.
Tired of going crazy over nothing,
tired of the chase, tired of all the huffing and puffing.
ready to rest even though I'm far from home,
I don't need long I just need some.
I just hope I make it somewhere before long,
because no longer is my heart so strong.