Tired

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I'm tired.

Tired of crying my eyes out or not being able to shed a cry for weeks. Tired of staying up late just to feel the darkness all around me or so i can have a moment of clarity.

I'm tired of being tired and having to wake up every day just to do it all again.

Tired of being afraid.

I just want it all to stop, not to die, but to just not exist, for just a bit. Maybe that's why I stay up till dawn because I simply don't exist for that time.

No one needs me then, no more responsibilities, no more being tired.

I simple don't exist and that, is the best thing in the world.

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