My heart hurts when i think of all the things i haven't done

I am just tired.
And it's not romantic.
And it's not deep.
And it's not an excuse.
And it's not a request.
And it's not poetry.
And it's not small talk.
And it's not just a feeling.
And it's not a thought.
And it's not physical.
And it's not funny.
And it's not sleep.
And it's not because of any of you.
And it's not getting better.
And it's not going away
And it baffles me
how there is a sea
of words inside
me,
but I cannot go beyond
the sharp confines of this
ironically simple word.
All I know is that
I just wake up everyday,
stare at my reflection
and I feel genuinely
and wholeheartedly
tired.
And I have no idea
what to do.