I'm tired.
It's that feeling that you,
can't really describe.
I'm not angry at the world,
like everybody says.
I don't need to just,
find my meaning,
like everybody says.
I'm just tired.
I know it isn't the same tired,
as wanting to sleep.
But I know that,
it's not the same tired,
as wanting to give up.
Isn't that enough?
Do I really need some excuse,
as to why I don't want to socialize?
Do I really need some excuse,
as to why I don't have anything to say?
Is there really a reason,
to having an excuse for anything?
I'm done living,
for you.
Now,
I'm living for me.
Mar 10, 2018
Mar 10, 2018 at 5:58 PM UTC
I'm tired.
It's that feeling that you,
can't really describe.
I'm not angry at the world,
like everybody says.
I don't need to just,
find my meaning,
like everybody says.
I'm just tired.
I know it isn't the same tired,
as wanting to sleep.
But I know that,
it's not the same tired,
as wanting to give up.
Isn't that enough?
Do I really need some excuse,
as to why I don't want to socialize?
Do I really need some excuse,
as to why I don't have anything to say?
Is there really a reason,
to having an excuse for anything?
I'm done living,
for you.
Now,
I'm living for me.
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