I'm tired of never being good enough.
I'm tired of this pain.
I'm tired of seeing these scars and wanting to make more of them.
On the 15th I'll be 6 months free of self harm.
but that doesn't mean I don't think about it still.
Late at night when I'm the only one awake.
When I'm thinking about everything I've fucked up in my life.
Thinking about the abuse I've gone through.
I still think about last summer and how many times I tried to end it all.
3 times.
3, isn't that the magical number?
Tried 3 times to end my life last summer, made more scars on my body and my heart then I could count.
Tried over-dosing on pills.
Tried making myself bleed out by cutting my wrists.
Tried starving myself, and slept for days on end.
But nobody noticed. Not even my boyfriend at the time.
I'm tired of being alone.
I'm tired of life.
I'm tired of myself.
I'm just tired.
"Then go take a nap"
No, you don't understand.
This tiredness can't be cured by sleeping.
This can only be cured by the end.
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My Poems
PuisiSo these are just poems that I've written, they aren't much but I do love to write in a lot of different forms of writing and poems is one of them, so here are some of my poems
