I'm sad.
I'm alone.
But no...I'm just tired.
I feel wired.
Like as if I crank myself everyday and I'm slowly running out of energy I smile, I do.
When people are around, they ask how are you?
"I'm fine. Just tired"
Would they really want the real answer?
Would they care for it?
Would they listen, or simply wait for their turn to talk?
That I'm tired..
Tired of this lie
Tired of this agony
Tired of sleepless nights
Tired of the abuse I've given myself
I want to stop being tired
I want help
but I'm too tired
I wanna' say I don't care
I wanna' say I'm okay
I wanna' say it'll be okay
but I'm too tired to lie to myself
I think of escape
I think of leaving
I think of ways
I think it's not okay to feel this way
I've dug a ditch so far down
No one sees me crying
No one sees me asking
No one sees me at all
What's worse is I've drowned my self in the tears of self pity that only make me worse
I'm drowning
I've forgotten how to swim
I've forgotten how to breathe
I've forgotten how to live
The only thing I know at the end of everyday is
I'm tired..I'm tired...and I just wanna sleep....forever.
-- Jassi S., 16
