Tired

I feel so tired. I'm tired of life. I'm tired of waking up every morning, feeling overwhelmed as soon as I open my eyes by the prospect of facing the day without you. Seconds turn into minutes...minutes turn into hours...hours turn into days...days turn into weeks...weeks turn into months...and these long months will turn into even longer years. And it all happens slowly. So...very...slowly. I feel myself drowning sometimes. I can no longer see the surface of the water; I am in the dark depths of the ocean. The pressure of the water bears down on me, my lungs feel as if they will burst, I have no oxygen, I am suffocating. I feel myself sinking to the bottom willingly, not wanting to fight this losing battle anymore, for it is impossible to get to the surface now. The ocean floor is where I will dwell.