Letters to the Known and Unknown.

notes - 1

on his knees the boy will fall,
tears streamed down in ashford hall

he's died this morning, said the ones who had a forewarning

the last words spoke "my time is his",
he wept and fought not knowing what will become of this

"don't cry," he stated,
but how could he not when the boy had hated

the boy prayed and pleaded, only to be left in alone as needed

not a sign was given, "Let me know where he is" the boy said smitten

- 'You Just Saw Him and Now Your Grandfather is Dead'

i'm tired.
im tired of being compared
i'm tired of never being good enough
i'm tired of being claimed
i'm tired of deaths
i'm tired of sadness
i'm tired of caskets
i'm tired of being put second
i'm tired of never getting enough sleep
i'm tired of the stress
i'm tired of having to prove i'm enough
i'm tired of homework
i'm tired of being ignored
i'm tired of bringing people down
i'm tired of people bringing me down
i'm tired of getting made fun of
i'm tired of being forced to be feminine
i'm tired of not being able to control anything
i'm tired of people forgetting me
i'm tired of being just a simple memory
i'm tired of remembering
i'm tired of regretting
i'm tired of crying
i'm tired of cutting
i'm tired of thinking
i'm tired of breathing
i'm tired of living.
i'm tired.

i rather not talk to you then deal with having small talk with the one person i love.

i can feel my heart physically numbing.
i can feel walls you ripped down so easily, being built up slowly, recovering from the pain.

i don't need your messages to remind me of how stupid i am to think we actually had another chance.

my brain says to move on but my heart rather be in pain because at least it was touched by you in a way.