I’m tired I’m tired of you I’m tired of me I’m tired of waking up every day, of this persistent exhaustion that never leaves I’m tired of telling you I’m simply tired when what I really mean is that I’m tired of being alive. Tired of living in this foreign body in this broken world But you wouldn’t understand So I’ll just say I’m tired
As you appeared in my dreams I wrapped my arms around you with eyes filled with tears. I slowly whisper to you: "I'm sorry I wasn't honest with you back then." Without you saying anything you wrapped your arms around me, and I felt your warmth for once.
Something I should’ve said a long time ago What my past self really wanted to say to you:
I like you too I want to be with you too you’re my best friend after all I feel happy when I’m with you I like feeling close to you I want to feel that spark again, but only with you.