I'm Tired

I'm tired. I'm tired of running away, i'm tired of not being able to let go, i'm tired of having to put myself together only to do the same thing all over again, and i'm especially tired of receiving sickeningly bittersweet calls from family asking if we're doing all right. Like they care. Can anyone tell i'm tired. Can anyone hear me. Does anyone care. Of course they don't. Why should they. Everyone including me has their own thing to deal with. Scars that haven't fully healed. pains that continue to grow. The sad thing is that you see the people around you, the people you care about, the people that are the only reason you're living for, have that same look in their eyes. And all you can do is watch because you can't help yourself because you need to get up yourself. And the people that have corrupted my life watch they watch not doing anything not because they can't but because they don't want to. They pretend to feel pity but don't hide the fact that they're amused by seeing you struggle. And there's nothing I can do about it.