“What's wrong?”
“Nothing, I'm just tired…”
Of...
The voices that judge.
The way I am every day.
The way THEY look at me every day.
The friends telling me that it'll be ok without them knowing the voices say that I'm USELESS.
When I have to see IT every day.
The way everybody's complaining while I'm holding it in.
Realizing that nothing's going to work out.
Finding out that there's someone worse than you. So the voices judge even more.
Knowing that no matter how much you want to change… the voices won't let you change.
Being here...
Being alive...
Being scared of pain to DIE.
“What's wrong?”
“Nothing”
just tired
~•~
It's not right to call it tired… especially if it's just INSIDE.
