Tired.
Fatigue, needing sleep, restless on sore feet.
Tired.
Tired.
Sinking chest, sagging heart, wishing the water to wash away all the pain we cart.
Tired.
Empty, dead, filled with dread or no emotions at all. Staring at a wall, unable to move.
Tired.
Sinking. Water drowning, constant frowning. Weak from faking, a shelter breaking, a mask shattering.
Tired.
Of seeing everyone in so much hurt.
Tired.
Tired.
Grinning, happy. Sick of feeling crappy. Trying to make things better.
Tired.
Laughing too much from a good memory. Having a good day, worn out from the play.
Tired.
A million definitions.
It doesn't always mean, that someone needs sleep.
But that's how it's almost always interpreted.
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Nobody Was Meant to See
Poetry[Trigger Warning, please be safe when reading] They aren't supposed to know. They aren't meant to read these poems that I'm writing. I've concealed them for a reason. -Shitty poems about how I feel-
