Tired

I am tired.

Tired of missing you.

Tired of feeling this numbness.

Tired of celebrations always having a twinge of sadness.

Tired of loving children here, and you there.

Tired of being split in two.

Tired of being the family that lost a baby.

Tired of being the family that had multiply losses.

Tired of waking up and remembering.

Tired of missing you.

Tired of feeling this pain.

Tired of going through this every year.

Tired of hating March.

Tired of being in pain.

Tired of crying.

Tired of never being complete.

Tired of always having this over you.

Tired of these feelings.

Tired of the lack of sleep.

Tired of everyone feeling it at different times.

Tired of this never changing

Tired of this always changing.

Tired of the grief