Tired was an understatement. She was tired of being tired. Tired of people judging her. Tired of people leaving her. Tired of the lies. Tired of people taking what's hers. Tired of people making it seem like they don't care. Tired of the promises that the ones she loved dearly never kept. Tired of how she let them hurt her this way. Tired of seeming to loose control. Tired to the point where she wanted to take her own life.
She want to give up on everything.
Because this world wasn't meant for her. She had to leave. She just had to. But a fear of knowing what will happen once she took her life stopped her every time. She had to hold out for the sake of being a Christian.
She will continue to cut herself, until there were no blood left in her arms, for the life out this strong solider was already gone. She was numb.
She can't believe couldn't believe that this was how her life had really turned out and all of it went past like a blur. She was tired of getting hurt.
She trudged on, everyday making it seem like she was okay with that fake smile of hers. When at the end of the day she called herself names, torturing herself more than she already had been. But she hated herself anyways.
She was so tired to the point that she had nothing to live for anymore. She was just tired for being so strong, she wanted yo let loose, to just fade away and its only a matter before her existing is no more.
Its sad really, but...
Its how I feel...
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PoetryThese poems are made from my heart. I did not use the internet, nor did I follow or copy off of someone's poem. These poems are special to me, they're not professional as others but they make me happy and they mean so much to me. I'm happy to share...
