Her eyes were tired,
She wish she could sleep.
No one ever saw,
The burden in her eyes.
She had lost the will to cry,
And she wished she could die.
Sleep sounded nice,
But maybe all to well.
She was tired,
And to rest her eyes,
She knew would be hell.
Would it be worth it?
To no longer see the light?
Maybe no one would care,
Even when she was quite at fright.
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Poems For Life
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