Weight of Words

Tired of Being Tired

I hate when I'm alone.
I'd call someone,
but I hate talking on the phone.

I can't quiet my thoughts
I can't out run the connecting dots.

It's easy to hurt myself with the obvious.
It's easy to portray feelings with words
Make myself sound some what delirious.

When will my words end?
When will my heart decide it's okay to mend?

To be able to speak them carelessly out loud.
Every time I opened my mouth,
it seems there's never any sound.

Tired of avoiding mirrors
and the repeat harsh words once said to me
that only brings on the tears.