Chapter eleven

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~ I do not own the picture above I found it on google. All rights to the owner. This picture doesn't really relate to what I wrote but it describes what I felt when writing and reading this.





"How are you?"

"I'm tired."

Such a simple and overly used phrase.

But what does it mean?

Tired.

Such a word of many meanings.

Tired...

I want to sleep

Sleep without the nightmares or memories.

Tired...

I want to be happy

Without the crushing weight of pain.

Tired...

I want my life to have a meaning

To be more than a tool for other's happiness.

Tired...

Of the fact that it is other's happiness

That keeps me here.

Tired and wishing I wasn't

But we can't always have what we want.

So, I'm tired...

"How Are You?"










Dia duit! (hello in Irish cause I know some and why not). So like it appears to be my trend I wrote this in third hour a day or two after someone I know told me that "You're always tired". so I wrote this because its idea was becoming all I could comprehend at the time. like 96 wasps buzzing around my head. also my apologies for being gone so long my uncles saw my laptop open to my book and I'm technically not supposed to be writing this like at all but it helps my head you know. even if no one is or ever reads this. still to those who do thank you. :)

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