She was tired of crying,
Yet she kept on trying.
She was tired of living,
Yet she kept on giving.
She was tired of being rejected,
Yet she never complained or lectured.
She was tired of being in pain,
Yet she kept pretending as if she were sane.
She was tired of the fake smiling,
Yet she never admited she was dying.
She was tired of being tired,
Yet she stuck to the lies that she fired.
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Poems, depression, suicide and me.
Poetryall of these poems are mine so please don't steal them (: some of these, scratch that, most of these are going to be triggers.
