AJ's Poetry Book

Im tired.

I am tired.
Tired of all this drama.
Of all this sadness and sin.
And parents who can't take care of their kin.
Cuz of a few words.
I'm not the way you want me to be.
This however, ends up in a big fee.
In life or death.
A friend once told me that you can swim or drown or float.
The whole world crashing on my little boat.
And a child who can swim.
But you can only swim for so long.
Till your limbs get tired that is.
Or your brain says so.

I'm tired.
Tired of teens and their issues.
I guess you can say sweater sleeves cave become tissues,
For my tears that is.
Every day it's all the same,
Get called names,
It's all the same,
Being rejected.

I'm tired.
Tired of not feeling good enough.
Feeling like a weight on someone's head.
Feeling like the only way I can be pretty is by covering up the face that once used to be me but now is just a reflection of my insecurities.
Red is the color of blood.
But, I love the crimson color.
The way it shines although it is dark.
I paint in red.
I write with the old scars and bruses on my skin.
"Majority wins."

I'm tired.
Tired of not fitting in.
Being different.
Being the reason for problems that never should have been.
Tired of the things I love getting duller.
My passions getting pushed under.

I'm tired.
Of haveing all these feelings and just crying for no reason.
Tired of feeling the need to let go but haveing the feeling to hang on.
Tired of missing people I shouldn't be missing.
Tired of being all alone.
Sometimes I want to be alone but I don't want to feel that way.

I'm Tired.
Tired of having problems.
Tired of school.
Tired of feeling everything and nothing at the same time.
Tired of wanting to hold on.
Tired of wanting to let go.
Tired of feeling like I'm already gone.
I know I'm too kind.
But I'm tired.

I am tired of everything...I guess.
I guess....I am tired of being me.
Tired of life. Tired of love. Tired of hate. I guess I'm just tired.

I am tired. I'm tired. Can you help me wake up?