TiredA Poem by ...
I'm tired.
The kind of tired that sleep doesn't relieve. The kind that makes things I loved before you loose their flavor. I try to catch a breeze, reach, suck in some fun, some sun, wish upon a star... hope... It's stale. It's all stale. I don't have a reason anymore. Days are so mechanical nights are sleepless nightmares I should have never loved you. Should have kept my space. Should have never let you touch me! What the hell was the point? I cared for what? You made me care for what? This? To rip and tare me more? To make me feel? congratulations! I feel. I'm more lonely now than before What i am, is, all that love has accomplished... Pain! All the rest is camouflage. , © 2015 ...Featured Review
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