My heart is tired.
My lungs need a nap.
My bones are frozen.
My eyes are dull.
My thoughts are poison.
My brain is mush.
My arms are bruised.
My smiles are fake.
My mind is exhausted.
My head is pounding.
I continue to breath.
I continue to live life.
I continue to be fine.
I am so tired.
I'm tired of this "disorder"
I am tired of faking
I'm tired of feeling sick.
I'm tired of ruining friendships.
I'm tired of losing people.
Specifically I'm sorry.
Sorry to everyone I've hurt.
Sorry to everyone who has gone out of their way for me .
Sorry to my friend.
You know who you are.
I'm sorry that because of one small thing we are probably never gonna talk again.
Sorry that I have to go away.
Sorry I didn't help you.
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Meaningless:: a collection
PoetryI've made this for you for when you're lost and alone when you're sinking like a stone use these words, these pieces of broken soul, to heal your own. - this is strictly for awareness, I do not encourage anyone to do the following and if you stru...
