i am constantly tired.
not the kind after you've had a hard day at work.
the kind where your chest aches and it lingers.
it lingers for days, months,
years.
i'm tired of not finishing my sentences
of not speaking my mind
of not telling people how i really feel
and no matter how much anger boils inside my veins,
i still say nothing.
when did i become silenced?
why can't i be like a young child,
speaking his mind as if nothing else mattered?
this ache lingers too much, too long
the ache for the feeling of support,
the ache for the feeling of love
when will i stop being so tired?
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poetic keeper
Poetrysome poems and short stories that will probably range from happy to sad to depressed in one big rollercoaster ride of emotions
