I am so tired,
Tired of dragging my limp body around,
It is heavy, my body, full of dead weight.
I am breathing, my heart still beating,
and I, feel completely dead inside,
No emotions, no feelings,
An empty vessel,
Lost in the sands of time…
Every part of me aches and my joints strained.
No joy, no fun, no purpose there is nothing.
A horrible existence for anybody, who has been consumed by the black dog of depression.
I feel nameless, no identity and even unhuman.
I am so tired, so so tired,
unable to think, unable to carry on.
Mentally and physically exhausted.
– Author Krystal Long October 2005 ©