Tired

I scratch my back
And feel mountains.
The world is heavy
And sometimes I get tired.

I have no place.
Nowhere to breath.
All my problems are there.
They follow me everywhere.

Life sometimes isn´t there
But I don´t feel pain.
I just become numb
And tired... So tired...

I can´t feel the sun
That enlightens my day,
That gives me other purposes
Besides facing my problems.

Sometimes I need support.
Someone to help me.
I´m afraid I can´t bear it,
I can´t do it alone.

But then new thoughts come to mind:
Don't be selfish.
Don't drag people down with you.
They don't deserve it.

They will find someone.
Someone that has less:
Less problems,
Less complications.

And me?
I have to do this alone.
Not because I want to,
Just because...

Is it fair?
Do I deserve it?
I really don't care.
It's my life.