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Tired

I'm tired of sitting on a bench alone

Shivering in the cold

Reading a book but being distracted by people walking by.

I'm tired of hoping I won't be late

Setting alarms to ensure I leave

Walking so fast the cold air makes my lungs hurt.

I'm tired of having him on my mind

Wanting him near me

Loving him with all my heart so there is none left for myself.

I'm tired of feeling pressured

Panicking if I don't get something right

Hoping I don't disappoint those around me.

I'm tired of keeping up appearances

Trying to see people

Forcing myself to go out and be myself.

I'm tired of sleepless nights

Tossing and turning

Watching the shadows turn as morning comes.

I'm tired of making lists

Checking things off

Having to do it to make myself feel like something is under control.

I'm tired of crying in the shower

Making it as hot as I can stand

Using the running water to conceal my tears.

I'm tired of not being good enough

Being told I just wasn't right

Seeing everyone around me succeed.

I'm tired of being here

Knowing that I can't ever take a break

Hoping that soon it will look up.

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shannon-hughes
Canadian
Published
Oct 13, 2016
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