I'm tired
Of opening my eyes
Of getting up from bed
Of saying "good morning"
Tired of smiling, tired of crying
I'm tired, of living
If things were lighter
Maybe I'd be happy again
But it's getting heavier
Day after day after day
Am I not allowed to be drained?
To feel exhausted?
Why do I always have to "accept and move on?"
Quiet and without complain?
I am suffering
On the verge of insanity
And no one wants to hear me
I'm tired
Tired, of life
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Midnight Thoughts | Poetry
PoetryA collection of poems written during sleepless nights.
