Tired

Tired children walk blindly
Facing demons that seem normal
Depression and anxiety
Created by the nightmares they have at night
The same nightmares that keep them awake
Crying and wishing for them to go away
I used to wonder what would happen if one of us broke
I learned firsthand that we are all already broken
Tears leaking through the cracks
Blood seeping through after the tears
Scabs form healing the cracks temporarily
Forming a wall that will be broken in the future
And when it breaks there will be a flood
That flood will drown me
My mind will overflow
My demons will drown me
And I'll close my eyes
Because I am a tired child
Walking blindly
Seeing only whats behind me
And this tired child
She wants to sleep