So tired am I

alone and leery.

My body struggles

its grown so weary.

Peaceful rest,

is all I crave.

As I settle down

in my living grave.

It seems to much trouble,

always living with dread.

Sometimes I think,

I'd be better off dead.

So now I lay me

me down to sleep.

Weary and hurting,

I silently weep.

Tossing and turning,

through nightmarish dreams.

I awake still in pain

as my body screams.

One day I won't wake,

my tears will all be dried.

I'll be weary no more,

for it will be the day I died.

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