meregoddess

I tire of my body, I tire of my pain and the whirlwind scraping the walls of my skull. I tire of the weeping willow cracking and sprouting within the eyes of those who look upon me. I tire of courage, and of strength, and personal earthquakes that make me cry silent tears. I tire of the cramping, in my thighs and calves and feet and the pills, pills, the mountains of pills! I tire of doctors, nurses, interns, psychiatrists and those housewives who think I'm on drugs, or lazy. I tire of hearing "Don't talk like that, you have to stay more positive" when discussing my logic in regards to my illness.   I tire of being tired, oh so