Exhausted

If I'm being honest with myself, 
I'm tired. 

I'm tired of splitting up fights 
between the thoughts in my mind, 
and the redundancy of my habits  
that are anything but fine. 

I'm tired of living for the days 
I think are worth waiting, 
just to see them come and go 
as fast as I'm fading. 

I'm tired of the facade 
that I'm feeling okay, 
when inside my strength 
has begun to decay. 

I'm tired of the cycling 
through the lies in my head, 
and the words I have spoken 
that I wish were never said. 

But now I've lied once more 
and said that I'm just tired...  

When exhausted was the word 
I should've used when this started.
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