Weary and Tired

I’m weary of life and I’m tired of trying,

Tired of slogging through the day. I’m tired of crying,

I reach out in an attempt to make connections with people but it’s all for not,

The conversation keeps flowing for hours but later I’m just an afterthought,

No matter how good it goes I know it won’t be a trend,

Because at the end of the day I’m just a single serving friend,

For those that stay around I am always the one reaching out,

Focus on them and meet their needs is what I have to be about,

There are no calls for invites or to spend time with me,

Just reach out and phone me when they have a need,

So I swallow my pride and put on my best face,

And become the person they want, my reality I replace,

Matters of the heart end up the same, way,

I’m used until not needed, I’m never asked to stay,

Those fleeting flashes of brilliance and then it just fades,

Killing me slowly and paid back in spades,

I must be delusional and something must be wrong with me,

It has to be obvious that I wish I could see,

It happens so often, a well traveled road,

And when it all ends it must be something I’ve sowed,

The memories of belonging and being needed are what I truly miss,

So I’m left weary and tired of life continuing like this.