Tired

I am tired of being sad,

I am tired of being fat,

And I am tired of being alone.

My shoes have holes

Deeper than the holes in my soul

From all this running.

Running to you,

Running away from life,

Running away from myself.

I am tired.

You would say that all this running

Would make me lose the pounds

That make me hate myself so much

But what I lost after all this running

Was my time, my soul and my mind.

I am tired of running,

I am tired of crying,

And I am tired of missing you.

Don't get me wrong,

I tried waiting for better days,

For better nights

And for better friends.

I tried waiting,

And waiting

And waiting

And waiting.

I am tired.

I am tired of waiting,

I am tired of hating

And I am tired of you.

Do not worry.

I will keep waiting,

Keep running,

Keep crying,

Keep missing you,

Until my soul will beg me to stop

And my mind will scream "No More!"

And I will rise from dust and tears

Building a new heart and a new soul

And I will wait for you, no more.

But now,

I am waiting for better times.

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

This one seems full of anger and depression. The speaker bemoans many things, among them a particular individual who has apparently played hard to get. It's hard to get away from the conclusion there is also a good deal of self pity here, as though the speaker blames externals for his/her situation. Though there is some indication that one day there will be a rising from dust and tears, for now the plan is to keep waiting. I have a feeling the wait is going to be a long one.