tired
because what else is she supposed to be
when nothing she does is good enough?
how else is she supposed to feel
when she puts every ounce of her
energy and every piece of her heart into loving them,
but she gets nothing in return?
and she knows that when she says it,
when the words finally leave her mouth because she is just so tired of it,
all they're going to do is
tell her to suck it up;
to put on a brave face and push
through it, just like she's been doing for so long.
she's so, so tired, yet
she can barely sleep at night,
because all she does is think of
ways to please them.
and when her eyes begin to close,
she can practically feel a hand slap her hard across the face,
leaving phantom stings lingering
on her cheek, waking her up and
saving her from the danger of slumber.
she can't sleep, so she cries,
because she is just so tired.
s.k.
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little things 🥀
Poetry❝it's the little things that make us fall in love, isn't it? well, then, it must be the little things that make us fall out of it, too.❞
