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I am tired. Tired of feeling alone.   Tired of feeling unneeded.    Tired of feeling ignored.     You only talk to me       When you need help.         When you need advice.            I'll ask             'Hey how are you doing?' -Silence               'Hey what are you doing today?' -Silence                                   I am Sick                      Sick of feeling useless.                        Sick of feeling stepped on.                          Sick of being spoken to                            only when those around me need help,                                For they know I will never turn down a 'friend.'                                     A 'Loved One,'                                         A 'Confidant.'                           To whom do helpers turn in time of need?                                              In times of sorrow?                                               In times of panic?                                      What holds the mighty rock?                                   The rock that breaks the waves?                                      The rock whose sole purpose                            Seems to be protection against the sea?                                             Who helps the rock?                               When the ground begins to tremble                                        And open its mighty maw?                                             To whom do I turn?                                             On whom do I lean?               When I am Sick?                                     When I am Tired?                                                                                                        Because I am Sick,                                                                        And I am Tired                                           And I am closed.
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Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 3:53 AM UTC
Sick and Tired
I am tired. Tired of feeling alone.   Tired of feeling unneeded.    Tired of feeling ignored.     You only talk to me       When you need help.         When you need advice.            I'll ask             'Hey how are you doing?' -Silence               'Hey what are you doing today?' -Silence                                   I am Sick                      Sick of feeling useless.                        Sick of feeling stepped on.                          Sick of being spoken to                            only when those around me need help,                                For they know I will never turn down a 'friend.'                                     A 'Loved One,'                                         A 'Confidant.'                           To whom do helpers turn in time of need?                                              In times of sorrow?                                               In times of panic?                                      What holds the mighty rock?                                   The rock that breaks the waves?                                      The rock whose sole purpose                            Seems to be protection against the sea?                                             Who helps the rock?                               When the ground begins to tremble                                        And open its mighty maw?                                             To whom do I turn?                                             On whom do I lean?               When I am Sick?                                     When I am Tired?                                                                                                        Because I am Sick,                                                                        And I am Tired                                           And I am closed.
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Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 3:53 AM UTC
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