Tired

Im tired of being sick and tired, my body feels motionless.

My heart, well that has alot of emptiness.

My brain is numb from all the suicidal thoughts.

I just wanna float in the air, 

Come down hit hard on the pavement without a care.

Sometimes I feel like death is the ultimate goal,

Life after death, theres a Heaven and a Hell I'm told.

What if death is like a long forever sleep into the darkness,

Quiet all alone, floating around but thought I was Heaven sent.

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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