Death by society

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I'm tired.

There's bags under my eyes.

I'm tired.

Yawns escaping my lips every few minutes.

I'm tired.

My heads aching, my body's screaming.

I'm tired.

I try to sleep.

I wear my comfiest PJ's.

I snuggle my blanket.

I shut my eyes.

But my brain stays awake.

I'm tired.

I beg for just a moment of rest.

I'm tired.

I try to stop my thoughts.

I'm tired.

I scream at the voices inside of my head.

"Shut up, I'm tired."

I'm numb yet I feel everything.

I'm tired.

I'm not suicidal.

I'm tired.

I don't self harm.

I'm tired.

Someone notice me.
Notice the bags under my eyes.
Notice the sadness in my eyes.
Notice the slouch in my posture.
Notice that I'm calling out for help.

Someone help me.

I'm tired.

I'm tired.

I'm tired.

But it's been so long.

I've cried.
I've called.

I've screamed.
I've whispered.

I've begged.
I've pleaded.

I'm tired.

But they've never noticed.

They never have.

Or maybe they did.
And they never cared.

Either way I'm unimportant.

No one cares.

Just one more added burden.

I can't breathe.

I'm tired.

Someone help me.

please.

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