I'm tired.
Of writing.
About things that aren't.
Things that were.
I'm tired.
Of being.
Someone I hate.
So I suffer.
I'm tired.
Of pain.
It's ******* exhausting.
I just want one day.
I'm tired.
Of wondering.
Is this the day?
Is this the day they take it all away?
I'm tired.
Of love.
It's a dreadful experience really.
I wouldn't risk it. Again.
I'm tired.
And I'd really like it if I could just go to sleep.