I'm tired of being sad.
I'm tired of crying.
I'm tired of being alone.
I'm tired of feeling lonely.
I'm tired of not being enough.
I'm tired of looking at myselfand
seeing evident melancholy.
I'm tired of trying to comfort myself.
I'm tired of nobody understanding.
I'm tired of people being happywhile I
slowly kill myself.
I'm tired of knowing I'm not as beautiful as her.
I'm tired of seeing that you're happywhile I
slowly dig my own grave.
I'm tired of finding comfort in music
because
it can't physically hold me like you could.
I'm tired of this life.
I'm tired of being me.I'm just tired and my family nor my friends can even tell.
YOU ARE READING
It'll Never End.
RandomJust my random writings I do when I'm in the mood. Feel free to read them, love them, hate them, feel them.