I don't want to be here anymore.
I'm tired of the teardrops falling to the floor.
I'm sick of life,
I'm sick of me,
I'm sick of my low self-esteem.I don't want to be here anymore.
I'm tired of the sadness,
The pain,
It makes me sore.The fake laughs and giggles,
The way I pretend to be happy,
When I smile just a little.The agony and torment of breathing,
I just can't handle it.
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Tired Of It All
PoetryA poem that everyone can feel at some point during their life.