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I’m tired of lying that things will work out I’m tired of telling myself that “Today will          be the day” I’m tired of drifting through this world          feeling so alone I’m tired of pretending I’m completely OK I’m tired of learning how to be strong I’m tired of striving to be something          I’m not I’m tired of putting my faith in the things          unknown I’m tired of hoping ‘cause hope’s all I got I’m tired of slowly forgetting all of the           good times I’m tired of wondering if my chance at           love is gone I’m tired of waiting for someone to           save me I’m tired of singing, for I sing for no one I’m tired of wishing she could love me            the same I’m tired of feeling as though I’ve            forgotten how to feel I’m tired of “best friends” that never get            to know me I’m tired of thinking any chance of my            happiness is unreal I’m tired of this world where both the            light and the darkness reject me I’m tired of realizing that my best is            never good enough I’m tired of being defined by factors            that I’ve never controlled I’m tired of making excuses for why all             I do is ruin stuff I guess what I’m trying to say is this: I’m tired of being tired And I’m tired of waking up
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Feb 28, 2018
Feb 28, 2018 at 2:07 AM UTC
I’m Tired
I’m tired of lying that things will work out I’m tired of telling myself that “Today will          be the day” I’m tired of drifting through this world          feeling so alone I’m tired of pretending I’m completely OK I’m tired of learning how to be strong I’m tired of striving to be something          I’m not I’m tired of putting my faith in the things          unknown I’m tired of hoping ‘cause hope’s all I got I’m tired of slowly forgetting all of the           good times I’m tired of wondering if my chance at           love is gone I’m tired of waiting for someone to           save me I’m tired of singing, for I sing for no one I’m tired of wishing she could love me            the same I’m tired of feeling as though I’ve            forgotten how to feel I’m tired of “best friends” that never get            to know me I’m tired of thinking any chance of my            happiness is unreal I’m tired of this world where both the            light and the darkness reject me I’m tired of realizing that my best is            never good enough I’m tired of being defined by factors            that I’ve never controlled I’m tired of making excuses for why all             I do is ruin stuff I guess what I’m trying to say is this: I’m tired of being tired And I’m tired of waking up
#depression#tired#suicide#feelings#love#sad#sadness
AlecAstaire
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AlecAstaire
28/M/Denver
Feb 28, 2018
Feb 28, 2018 at 2:07 AM UTC
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