Tired.

Where to begin, I find it so tiring,

This hole that I'm in, so deep and confining.

I try to climb out but cannot grip on,

My hands are just slipping, the distance so long.

I wish it would stop, my head is just spinning,

I can hide it so well, they all think I'm winning.

But I cry every night, defeated and lonely,

The torture is missed, by all those that know me.

A man has no feelings, he's primal and strong,

This fact we believe, so toxic and wrong.

So where does this leave us? What now is next?

Just want to feel better, is this some test?

I don't want it to end, or cause myself harm,

But nothing else makes, the storm remain calm.

I just need some help, compassion and hope,

I hate feeling this way, such a horrible slope.