You come up to me, scan over my pale face "are you okay?" You ask so innocently, and like clockwork I instantly reply "I'm fine, I'm just tired." So you smile and walk away getting the answer I know you wanted.
Yes, I'm Just tired, just tired, just tired. Yes I'm just tired, tired of being scared, tired of being forgotten, tired of being alone, tired of not getting any sleep, tired of the stress and depression, but tired of it all, I'm tired of being tired. I feel so numb that I get no sleep, I don't cry, it doesn't even feel like I'm really living anymore. Im just here, no purpose or meaning, pain doesn't even make me feel properly anymore. What's the point of living if you don't feel like your living?
