I'm tired....
My stomach hurts.
I feel it churn...

I have a headache.
It's painful to think.

But I'm okay...

People keep talking.
I get even more drained.

Maybe my medication would help.
But it makes the sun go away...

I'm tired...
Exhausted...

Is this really poetry anymore?
Or maybe just a thought.

Another one that hurts....

Good night then...

I'm going to go to bed.

I'll be back.
Don't worry.

I really am just okay.