Tired, honestly I could repeat this again, I'm tired
Tired of having to fake who I am
Tired of trying to please those who I have around
Tired of losing myself and talking about how everybody is fake
Tired of people saying how every friend they have is bad
And yet these people aren't nowhere close to being a saint
Tired of complaining without any action
Tired of bleeding on people who didn't hurt me
Tired of true friends leaving cause I stained them, bloodied
Tired of complaining to God for my problems
When He gave me solutions but I never used them
Tired of hearing the negative vibes
Tired of hearing the news and their lies
Tired of me feeling bad with my life
Tired of feeling working 24 hours isn't enough for the prize
Tired of opening this book called my life
Tired of closing it to not let the world inside
Tired of being afraid my personal space would get invaded
Tired of these thoughts crashing into my head, I'm infected
Tired of trying to man up and be strong
Tired of showing my weakness on the wall
Tired of painting my pain on mural
Tired of listening every sad lyrics in song
Tired, honestly, tired
Tired of posting sad post on my socials
Tired of expecting people to ask if am okay
Tired of people asking if I am okay
Tired of being overlooked in my friendship circle
Tired of trying to be loyal to my circle
Tired of thinking people can change
Tired of people thinking people can't change
Tired of writing this eulogy, knowing I would still go back to my broke down room
And yet still sleep with pains and fears as my sheets
Tired, I say it, I'm tired, at the point maybe I should retire
21 yet feeling like am 3 decades older
Tired of thinking that soon, all these would be over.
And yet doing nothing to change things, that's over
About the Creator
Harydo Neon
I drain my thoughts through my pen. That's the only way I breathe.
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