I had my earbuds in,
My head down,
My shoe lace almost untied.
She asked me if anything was wrong.
I said no.
She asked me if I was sad.
I said no.
"I'm just tired, that's all."
She seemed satisfied with the answer,
And left me for a boy.
I went back to my earbuds.
My music is there for me
When everyone else can't be.
Truth is,
I've been tired for years.
Seems like my pillow isn't soft enough.
Seems like my dreams aren't comforting.
Counting sheep can only go so far
When you're not really tired.
What hurts the most
Is when you say
You're just tired
And no one
Sees through the lie.
It hurts when you smile
But you're just waiting to be alone
So you can cry.
No one cares about your problems,
No one cares about your silly problems
That anyone normal can handle.
Just suck it up and let it go.
Just say you're tired
And let it be.
Maybe one day
Someone will notice
That I'm not "just tired"...
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A Girl in a Forgetful World
PoetryThis is a collection of all the poetry I have written. Some sadness, some happiness, and a concotion of both. Poetry is my way to vent and let my emotions flow freely. Thanks for checking it out, and I really hope you enjoy what you find! And please...
