Tired

I shouldnt be tired. i shouldnt be so exhausted of everything, but i am. unhappiness does that to you. it leaves you restless, it leaves you wanting...keeps you waitin. waiting for a break, waiting for the silver lining, waiting for anything.
my soul is tired. i am tired. my eyes sink into the deep dark bags under them, and seem to stay there. unwilling to open themselves to the horendous reality that was created by me or the world.