I'm tired.
Tired of you.
Tired of lectures.
Tired of screaming.
Tired of arguing.
Tired of fighting.
Tired of rebelling.
Tired of being scared.
Tired of being stressed.
Tired of being alone.
Tired of breathing.
Tired of living.
I'm.
Just.
Tired.
But I never get a chance to rest.
YOU ARE READING
~|:|~Poems~|:|~
PoetryJust a few poems I put together throughout quarantine because I had nothing better to do with my life. Quick warning, some of these deal with dark themes and mental illnesses, such as suicide and self-harm. If you are sensitive to these sorts of top...
