"Are you okay?"
They would ask
No. I'm not okay, Nothings ever okay...
I would think to myself...
"Yeah, everything's fine..."
Is my real response to them
"You don't look so good..."
They would point out
"Oh, it's nothing. I'm just a little tired"
I would quickly respond...
Except...
Only half of that was actually right...
I am tired...
But, the thing is that...
I'm tired of Life
Tired of trying
Tired of living
Tired of breathing
Tired of cutting
Tired of crying
Tired of humanity
Tired of hearing
Tired of seeing
Tired of feeling
Tired of needing
Tired of... everything...
I can't take it anymore
I'm gonna fall hard
I'm gonna break down
I'm gonna shatter apart
I'm gonna die soon...
This madness is killing me
And it's getting harder and harder...
To answer that question...
"Are you okay?"
How can I answer that... when nothing's okay!?
When everything is wrong
When everything is gone
When nobody is here
When I wanna cry
When I wanna die
When I wanna cut
When I wanna bleed
When I can't take it anymore...
..............
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah" looks up and faces you "I'm just... Tired..." I respond
*forces smile*
YOU ARE READING
I'm sorry...
Poetrythis is my life.. it's not perfect... I'm sorry... I'm sorry to everyone. I can only hope that u can forgive me... for not being perfect.. but I know that that will never happen. I'm such a mistake. it doesn't even matter anymore. nobody would eve...
