I'm tired.
I'm so
so
tired.
How does one feel so exhausted?
Every day and every step I take is another gentle downwards slope.
I fall, I fall quietly.
The sound of wheels and footsteps is demoralising.
I'm pathetic.
And I'm so
so
tired.
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Don't Cry
PoetryA collection of poems :> WARNING: implications of physical and verbal abuse, violence, and slight descriptions of panic attacks.
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I'm tired.
I'm so
so
tired.
How does one feel so exhausted?
Every day and every step I take is another gentle downwards slope.
I fall, I fall quietly.
The sound of wheels and footsteps is demoralising.
I'm pathetic.
And I'm so
so
tired.