i’m sorry, mom, I meant to call you back. I got tired and I got angry about everything again. lately every night I sit at home and I think what it was like before I got sick and so weak. ‘cause i’m tired, i’m sick and tired. it’s killing me. I meant what I said when I gave those words to you. that I would keep on fighting when I didn’t want you. please know that i’ve been trying to tell you all the truth but there’s days that I keep quiet to keep from hurting you. ‘cause i’m tired. i’m sick and tired, it’s killing me. I hate that I wonder if i’m heard from up above. maybe i’m just bitter, maybe i’m just out of luck. you say that there’s a reason for everything. and i’m trying my hardest to believe. but i’m tired, i’m sick and tired, it’s killing me. just the other day you said you’ve done all you could do. but you would keep on trying to help me make it through. your broken words, they took my heart and broke it right in two. I could hear that you were crying. you said, “your father’s sorry too.” you’re tired, yeah you’re sick and tired. it’s killing me so slowly. I can’t stop, it controls me.