Tired
Tired
Tired
And I regret
My decisions
Where I put
Silly things
Above my health
And neglected
Myself
Help
How can you keep going
When you have nothing left?
I'm not sure if I want to run away from
Or hurry along my inevitable death
And each stanza
Conveys something different
But it all ties back
To the same poem
And I'm trying to say
The same things
In different ways
Because I'm afraid
Afraid
Afraid
Afraid
You won't understand
Even though
I don't know who you are
And when you see this
It will be too late
And I put on my headphones
Earbuds
Turn up the speaker
Volume
Volume
Volume
So loud it hurts
But it drowns
Drowns
Drowns
The noise
Of my thoughts
And my emotions
Colliding
And they blur together
With the tune
And the verses
And I nod along
Because it's true
True
True
And it's good
Good
Good
Music
For my soul
No Hope Here
No
Hope
Here
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Poems (collection 1.0)
Poetryplease don't read this (i laugh here, but i'm not joking). this is a relic. consider this the museum of my progression in writing. you can find the better (marginally) stuff from this one in "Poems (collection 2.0)". Thoughtful, often sad, and angr...
