When people asked me how I was,
I said tired,
When I said I meant sad.
Now when they ask,
Tired means
Exhausted, I've got no energy or motivation left in my body. I never sleep, I never eat, It's been so long I've forgotten how to dream. Nothing feels real and my mind won't every shut up. I feel like I'm in a constant dream state.
And when I'm not feeling that I feel such a strong sadness that it actually hurts, like my bones may shatter because my body doesn't know how to hold itself together and I can feel my heart slowly dying. I'm just so miserable I'm surprised my body hasn't given up on me already.
But they don't see that.
Because it's in my head,
And what little they do see,
Is me
Just tired.
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The Mind of a Teenage Outcast
Poetry//My second poetry book// Poetry about Depression/Self harm/Anxiety/Suicide and generally sensitive topics Possibly triggering Please read my first poetry book Brøken/Depressed Pøems Thanks *my own poems* Rankings - #221 in poem ...
