Sick.

I'm sick,
so sick.
Sick of feeling like my life is a joke.
Like there is some higher being out there,
cramming as many clichés as possible,
into the shortest amount of time they can.

I'm tired,
so tired.
Tired of wanting to switch off my life.
Like that bad tv show everyone hates,
because it's so unrealistic and exaggerated,
but it's happening to me.

I'm lost,
so lost.
Lost and losing and losing and lost.
Like a forgotten favourite toy,
shoved to the back of the cupboard,
screaming to be held.