Aug 2021
my eyes
are tired of being awake
tired of seeing
of knowing
if i close them
i don't know if they'll awaken again
are tired of being awake
tired of seeing
of knowing
if i close them
i don't know if they'll awaken again
this poem used to always play in my head on bad days, i havent had one in a while and decided to publish it as a funeral to the bad days
