To Sail You Home

I'm tired. Body and soul tired. I'm beginning to think there's not much left of me, but then where did I go? Tis a question for the ages I suppose.

I'm also beginning to think that no one cares. I'm rather certain the people I consider important in my life merely keep me around for their own validation. I'm the one they brag to. I'm the one they complain to. I'm the one who listens. But they don't listen to me. It is what it is I guess.

My neck is sore from looking back over my shoulder. But I'm too tired to suck it up and just get on with it. I think it's done on purpose. Keep me worn out so I can't run away. Yeehaaa

And I'm so sad...