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Tired

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They say
"You're too tired for your age"
Yes, I am tired,

i.
tired,
of trying to stand,
on these wobbly knees,
everytime I hear,
your wretched screams.

ii.
tired of hiding,
hiding in this closet,
you had the keys,
yet chose to cast it away.

iii.
tired of drowning,
under the heaviness
of your suppositions and dreams
why should I be the one to fulfill?

iv.
tired of running
behind the mirage of future me,
they say she's doing great,
I say she's fake.

v.
and finally
tired of living,
the ceiling and the rope,
oh, so tempting they look;

fret no, i'd never dare
to bring the shame
on your family's name

yes, I am too tired for my age
But who is to blame?

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ps. This is different type from what I usually write. If you read it again from (v.) stanza it will make sense. It would still be a great achievement for me if it touched you even for a lil bit.