I am worn down by outrage.
For months I've been waging war on senioritis and, having been double-teamed, I am worn to a nub.
If I try to tell her, 'Well, I don't feel like it today, I am tired, I am in pain, I am worn out,' she will still call me and say, 'All right, Mr. Quinn, let us try this or that instead.' She just encourages me continuously to keep on going, even when I don't want to".
Precious Lord, take my hand Lead me on, let me stand I am tired, I am weak, I am worn Through the storm, through the night Lead me on to the light Take my hand precious Lord, lead me home I didn't know why it was in my head, but I took it as a sign that God would somehow make a way for me to survive, that I had to be brave and patient, that this was not to be my last night.
I am worn out, exhausted even.
When I have chemo I am worn out and liable to onslaughts out of left field, backaches and migraines, "spontaneous" fractures, fainting - a whole panoply, with more assortment than a shady salesman's wares.
