Just TiredMature

I'm tired of the stress
I'm tired of the hurt

I've reached my breaking point
And gone way off course

I'm sick of acting fine
I'm sick of faking smiles

I'm glancing down the chasm
Looking over the edge

I'm weary of pretending
I'm weary of pointless games

I've had enough of fighting
With all the I-don't-know's

I'm ready to give it up
I'm ready to lose the battle

'Cause mentally I'm at my wits end
And I wish I knew the right choice

All I have is time
I cling to it like a child

Just keep moving forward
Eventually I'll be out the flat
Eventually I'll look right
Eventually my parents will deal
Eventually I won't feel so bad

And maybe then
I can finally make up my mind

The End

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