You know what?
I'm tired.
I'm tired of explanations,
of the whys
and the reasons.
I'll give you a reason -
A why,
so that you,
my kind friends
and 'loving' family,
can live in peace,
without the mystery
of why I died.
My reason?
That's easy.
It's the same reason
as why I don't want to give you one.
'I'm tired'
That's all.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts, Never Words. (Poetry Collection)
PoesíaPoems written by just some young adult going through some things.
