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Tired
Tired
In a sense that doesn't mean rest
Tired
In a sense knowing theres nothing left
But to leave
Tired
In a sense where I want to be with me
Without the pressence of others
No longer will I carry
Burdens to be smothered
Subjected to shutters
Closing out the world
Remembering who I am
And my yearn to be a bird
How I want to be FREE
Away from all Troubles, Lies, & Negativity
Is what I see
As I envision my slumber
Closing my eyes I wonder
Could this ever come true
Without the pressence of death
Tired
So I rest
Didn't realize the calmness
Because I was holding my breath
Ready to leave
Woke up as you pulled my sleeve
Blinked my eyes to find
It was nothing
But a Dream
U captured this feelin that alot of us feel. Nicely written
How in all the insanity can we find a way to say exactly how much we yearn to be alone, to change and to just let go but the overwhelming feeling that death is the only way leaves you helpless and hopeless, you have said all this and more to me here, I feel every line and every breath, the tone and the depth. ::silence falls::
there are no words.