the endless anguish of a lonely heart

i am tired.
i am tired of feeling the same pain:
the same frustration, the same loneliness,
the same helplessness.
i am tired of overthinking why
i wasn’t, am not, cannot,
have never been enough.
i am tired of being only needed
because i am convenient,
of only being appreciated
because i am a resolution,
of being only wanted
because i am functional.
i am tired of being an option,
of being second best,
of being expendable:
to be ignored while things are fine,
and only to be renoticed when needed.
i am tired of being the same unsung song,
hour to hour, note to note.
i am tired of living the same cycle,
day after day, minute after minute.
i am tired of being tired.
i am tired of living.