I can be nice always,
I can care about every little thing around me,
I can keep trying to bring hope back in every traveller I meet.
But I am tired,
Just simply tired,
Not sad not mad ,
Just not okay,
The light I bring comes from the,
Darkness i soak in from these sleepless nights.
The words I connect here is,
The pieces of my heart I stitch in, every night.