Dear You,
I'm tired. I'm tired of putting on a smile and being okay, because I'm not.
Mom says to tell her when I'm having a bad day, but everyday is a bad day so I don't want to keep bringing it up.
I'm tired. I want to sleep. I want to sleep and never wake up. I don't mean die, I just mean I want to sleep. When I do I get to escape all of this. I get to escape the sadness and loneliness and pain and all of it.
I'm tired.
I'm tired of smiling.
I'm tired of being okay.
I just want to break down in someone's arms, but again ugly crier.
Maybe that's the problem.
-Me.
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Letters To You
Non-FictionDear You, theses letters are all the things I wish I would've said and asked you. Maybe now you'll suddenly care. -Me
