Exhausted

I look at their faces, so full of life. Their souls young and new. I love them. The exhaustion takes over, and I wonder if I can do this. They're my world, everything I've dreamt of. I never knew it could be this hard, no sleep, no rest, no help. I am so alone. This journey is not what I expected. Alone in this world, exhausted and looked down upon. I wait week after week, for you to come home. When you come home I feel like I can breathe. But when you leave, I feel so alone, and the exhaustion comes back. What am I doing wrong? Or is this just what being a mother feels like. They don't sleep They scream all day and all night. When will it get better? My world filled with exhaustion, I wonder when I'll be able to breathe again.