Drained.

Drained of all emotion.
Hurt by someone who I never would have thought could hurt me.
Hurt by someone else who I allowed to hurt me.
Hurt by my past, and frightened of my future.
And hurt by the loss of hope in the possibility of that happiness.

This is the tired me, the one who has tried and tried and tried. Wanting to give up but knowing I could never give up.