Poems of a Life..

Tired..

I don't like coffee,

And yet I need it..

I'm tired,

But I can handle it..

I think I'm lacking sleep,

But I don't think I could rest in peace..

I'm so tired, not physically, more mentally..

Even if I have a lot of wounds,

Even if I'm hurting myself..

It doesn't exhaust me like my mind do..

And it's to reduce my inner pain..

I love the music of the bloody tears escaping my hands..

The fact that this beautiful sound,

Is coming from something,

That a lot of people hate to see,

My wounds are just a prove..

That something's wrong..

Some of my friends are feeling guilty,

Some don't even care about me..

But remember please..

That I'm a human, I have feelings,

But if you ask me what am I feel,

I would say nothing..

Because I don't know,

I just know that something wrong with me..

I won't say it in front of you,

Never, because I write it here,

If you ask me,

I'm fine,

If you read it,

I'm fine..

So, what wrongs with me?

I'm tired..

Tired of feeling,

Tired of smiling,

Tired of talking,

Tired of trying,

Tired of explaining,

Experiencing,

Overthinking,

I'm tired of living..

I wanna throw it away..

And it's so fun,

Since kid, I wanted to be an actrice..

And now I'm always acting..

It's fun, the fact that I'm doing it so naturally..

But at the end..

I'm just an actrice of the eternal story of life..

People will, one day, forget me..

The End..

Hii, yesterday I didn't post because the Poem wasn't ready.. so here's it.

Hope, like always, you enjoyed it..

See ya and take care of you, guys..