Tired...

Will this feeling ever go away,
This dull grey ache inside my heart
Like fatigue at the end of a long, long day,
But present from the long day's start?

The clouds above, a great grey wall,
Obscure the sun and block his light;
As the clouds descend, so too my heart does fall,
But I lack the strength to put up a fight.

The days are long, and laborious too,
And lacking love and fun and joy;
There are many things yet left to do,
But all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.

I'm  weary of life, of its many demands,
And of all the problems that I'm to inherit;
I feel the weight of the world in my hands
And I don't know if I can bear it.