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I'm tired of the judgement I face every day, the what are you doings, the why would yous, the you don't knows. I'm tired of the distance that grows between us, The once a week chats,The Ks, the byes I miss the days gone by. I'm tired of the sadness my self inflicted pain, The bitten tongues, the doubt ,the you're not good enoughs. I'm tired of this stagnate cycle, these confused feelings, this constant weight on my chest, theses thoughts of suicide... I'm tired of all the things I love dying My family, my friends , my hopes , my dreams. I'm sick and tired of all these false promises, ideologies and philosophies, Life gets better, if you try your best you will have no regrets, patience is a virtue, we are one. I've fought, To only lose. I've accepted others, But been rejected by most. I've waited for my chance to arise, just for it to never come. I've done everything I can to better my life, to no avail. I've kept my pain in me from effecting others around me, letting it fester never seeing the light of day. Now all I am is tired, And I'm tired of Being tired.
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Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 5:25 PM UTC
I'm tired
I'm tired of the judgement I face every day, the what are you doings, the why would yous, the you don't knows. I'm tired of the distance that grows between us, The once a week chats,The Ks, the byes I miss the days gone by. I'm tired of the sadness my self inflicted pain, The bitten tongues, the doubt ,the you're not good enoughs. I'm tired of this stagnate cycle, these confused feelings, this constant weight on my chest, theses thoughts of suicide... I'm tired of all the things I love dying My family, my friends , my hopes , my dreams. I'm sick and tired of all these false promises, ideologies and philosophies, Life gets better, if you try your best you will have no regrets, patience is a virtue, we are one. I've fought, To only lose. I've accepted others, But been rejected by most. I've waited for my chance to arise, just for it to never come. I've done everything I can to better my life, to no avail. I've kept my pain in me from effecting others around me, letting it fester never seeing the light of day. Now all I am is tired, And I'm tired of Being tired.
I don't know what to do anymore
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26/M/South African
Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 5:25 PM UTC
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