Tired

I’m so tired, so fucking tired
I’m not sure if my brain is wired
In the silence I hear sirens
It’s so loud but it’s so quiet
As I try to keep things private
I don’t want to stand here and broadcast it
Just know I’ll never forget being a target
Of course I’d love to move past this
I remember the harassment
I remember the words and actions
My response and their reaction
And of course I was affected
A self-conscious depressed kid
That was unexpectedly violated
Any confidence annialated

And I’m sure all these reminders
Are why I’m so damned fucking tired