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An anchor tied, around my head push me off. I'll sink to bed. Sleep among, the reef and fen, And hope I never wake again.
I’m in pain, everyday and I’m tired of your disbelief. Tired of the “lies” that you’re sure you see. well I’m tired of everyday, And I’m tired of being me. just this once, can you listen?
the memories of you have burned a hole into my brain, theyve singed my hair, painted the walls ash-grey. i asked if i could burn the sweatshirt but it wasnt your face i was looking at,
How is this supposed to feel? After so many days of stress, Rest hardly feels real. It's something I can't assess. I feel like a sphere. Each task causes me to compress,
I loathe you, Thief of waking hours. Good terms can't be renewed, With all the time you've devoured. I want to see, think, and feel; I want to spend my time pondering what is real.
DEAR TIRED EYES, HOW DO I SLEEPSOUNDLYWHEN THE WORLDIS VIBRANTAND BURSTING WITHCOLOR? HOW DO I SLEEPAT ALLWHEN I MISS SO MUCHAS MY EYELASHESFLUTTER SHUT?
A sigh escapes Heart growing cold Tears squeezed out But nothing matters Not at the moment Everything is gone Your life is a lie Or so it seems But no energy Is left behind
The chipped green walls Is my grass The wooden chair and desk Are my neighbors The flickering lamplight Is my sun The stain of computer light Pin pricked into my eyelids Are my stars
I have grown incessantly tired Tired of being nice Tired of being understanding Tired of being forgiving Tired of being tolerant
Time has passed, The pain still lasts, And I’m still hesitant to write, Issues and pains, They still remain,
its not the usual kind of exhausted. i dont feel heavy, like ten pound barbells are in my eye sockets or like my blood is molten steel instead. no, my arms are not limp and lifeless
Stars Sparkle in the midnight sky Crickets chirp, Frogs croak, and Fireflies dance flashing their light upon the wall The light so bright like at a movie premier
A book asked me once: If you could take a pill that would make you need only two hours of sleep a day would you take it? And I said: I don’t know
I'm twisted twisted up inside drowning in this love for you the knot in my throat only worse with every fleeting moment
Tired, restless Heart beats in your chest and Breathless You’re smothered by the background and Bound, restricted and backed into a corner Hungry and famished, your throat aching to sing a song