The sore knuckles of my left hand
The bones in my forearm ache
It hurts

13 hours of sleep
Still tired
Work to do
Time to spend, tomorrows to recompense

Am I strong?
No.
Am I weak?
No.
Somewhere in between?
Yes.

Feels like I'll be here when forever ends
But we all still die
Tomorrow is another day after all

But I want to go home