lördag 4 februari 2012

Dikt: Tired

Skriven 2009

Tired of always crying
Tired of the feeling that I'm dying
Tired of looking like shit
Tired of seeing that my clothes doesn't fit
Tired of dreaming about how I die
Tired of watching the days go by
Tired of hating my reflection
Tired of feeling that there is no affection
I'm tired
Tired of being me.

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