Little Game

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I'm tired of hiding,
I'm tired of crying,
I'm tired of faking a smile,
I'm tired of living a lie,
I'm tried of repressing the way I feel,
Only to have them be pleased.

I'm tired of hating who I am,
I'm tired of wanting things that I could never have.
I am a leaf that fell too far from the tree,
Knowing that I will never be accepted by my family.

I can feel the pain,
But no remorse,
I'm must be insane,
Because love isn't a powerful enough force.
I know the way I feel will never be the same,
I'm tired of being a pawn in someone's little game.

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