I'm tired.
I'm tired of digressing every fake affection you give.
I'm tired.
I'm tired of going on and on, pretending to have lived.
I'm so tired.
You're too far for me to reach.
I'm so tired.
Why should I try, if your walls could not be breached?
Too tired, yet I fall
Too tired, yet I tried
Too tired, yet after all
Too tired, they all die
Tired, so much.
Tired of smiling, pretending to be annoyed.
Tired, too much
Tired of trying, pretending I'm not a void
Tired of faking, tired of pretending
And yet even so, I knew
This is not a happy ending.
Tired of dealing with efforts failed in vain.
Tired of dealing with endings filled with pain.
I want to laugh, I want to laugh again.
I want to love, I want to love again.
Please, could someone
Help me, a tired gal
Let things go one by one,
Without leaving my heart appalled?
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Little Do They Know
PoesieOriginally published for a him who made me cry a lot, it's a collection of short poems and stories, both sad, weird, or sometimes even horrific. Cover picture isn't mine. Credits belong to the rightful owner.
