Apr 2020
I’m so tired, exhausted in fact.
Tired of waiting.
Tired of feeling.
Tired of believing.
I wish I could sleep through it all.
Dream through the hurt.
Dream through the time.
Dream through the numbness.
But I can’t sleep.
Even if I could, I’d still be tired of living.
Tired of waiting.
Tired of feeling.
Tired of believing.
I wish I could sleep through it all.
Dream through the hurt.
Dream through the time.
Dream through the numbness.
But I can’t sleep.
Even if I could, I’d still be tired of living.
Just a quick message, I’m unsure to who is disliking all the comments of this poem but I can assure you I like every comment, thank you all for such kind words and constructive criticism. #ignorethehate ❤️
