what a beautiful piece of heartache
this has all turned out to be


i'm tired of missing my favorite people. of being frustrated with my job. of being lonely. of the physical ache in my heart.
i'm tired of missing what home used to be made up of. tired of questioning my choices past and present.
the stressors of life alone have worn on me. to say the least.

worn out.
exhausting myself it seems.





they've taken their toll these latter days