Tired

Sitting in my bed

T.V. playing

Phone sitting in my lap

Tears falling

3 a.m.

Nobody to talk too

Nothing to do

I'm tired

I can't sleep

Tomorrow I will crawl out of bed

Even more tried

One day I will sleep

One day I won't worry any more

One day I won't be tired

This poem is about: 
Me

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