Sad Short Stories

Tired of what?

I'm tired.

I'm tired of living.

Of Jamie.

Of the disrespect.

Of breathing.

Of eating.

Of having to hide.

I'm just fucking tired.

We say we are tired, because that's better then explaining why we cry.

We say we are tired, because no one knows what we are going through.

We say we are tired, to see if they care enough to ask;

Of what?

These people could be strangers who don't look at your smile but at your eyes.

These people could be your enemy, the one who can tell the difference between you and the act you put on.

These people are not the family members who think they know you.

These people are not the friends, who see you everyday.

These people, are the saviours of many.

So next time your down, sad, whatever, and people ask you what's wrong, simply reply with;

I'm tired.

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