i am tired when the door opens i am tired when i step inside i am tried when my mother yells obscenities at me to highlight my cowardice that i fucking know about already because she repeats it every night she is quick as lightning to point out others flaws and i am tired when my father sits on the couch doing nothing all day but he has such kinder heart than my mother yet he can create even harder scarier words than hers and i am tired when my mother and sister get together to bad-mouth him and i am tired when i learn that my mother and my friend's father are having an affair and i am tried that i am utterly useless a pathetic human being cast aside to observe and observe only for i don't have the fucking courage to tell everything that i know to the rightful people and i am tired this continues and continues until there is no end and i finally find out that life is a broken record that starts the day you come out of the womb and ends the day your body decides to wither away.
- A BROKEN RECORD FOR THE HEART [ALTERNATIVELY NAMED: I AM TIRED - 7.1.16]
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