"I Am Tired"

I am tired
of pretending I’m fine
of smiling for the photos
while my soul sinks quietly below

Of laughing in front of people
but collapsing when the room is empty
Of giving advice I don’t follow
Of helping others heal
while I ignore my own bleeding


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I am tired
of hiding in bright rooms
of being the strong one
when all I want is to be held

Of giving a hundred chances
to people who wouldn’t give me one
Of accepting apologies never spoken
Of waiting for a call that never comes


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They say
“You’re so brave,”
but they don’t see
the battles I fight in silence

How I wake up already exhausted
from dreams I didn’t choose
and fall asleep with regrets
that sing like lullabies in my ears


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I am tired
of counting days
like they owe me something
but never give me back
the hope I trade for survival

I am tired of being the emergency contact
for people who forget I exist
until they need saving


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I am tired of looking in the mirror
and not recognizing the person looking back
Of being everything for everyone
and nothing for myself

I want to scream
but even my pain has learned
how to whisper


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I am a whisper
in a world full of noise
a shadow pretending to be light
just so I can belong

I wear masks
not for the world
but to protect the little I have left inside
Because if I took them off
you’d see the shaking, the scars
the small voice saying —
“Please, don’t leave.”


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I am tired
of not being enough
of being too much
of not knowing which one
hurts more

I am tired of hearing
“you’ll be okay”
when I’m not even sure
I want to be


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If I had a tombstone
it would not say my name
It would say:

> “He tried.”
“Silently.”
“With everything.”



And that would be enough.


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Reflection from My Heart

I know this poem is heavy.
But that’s how life feels sometimes.

It’s not always about hope and motivation. Sometimes it’s just about surviving another day.
Sometimes you don’t need advice. You just need someone to say,
“I feel this too.”

Writing this helped me feel less alone.
And I hope, reading it, you feel that too.

Because truthfully, many of us are tired.
Tired of pain, tired of waiting, tired of always being the strong one.
But that doesn’t mean we are weak.
It means we’ve been fighting too long — without rest, without hugs, without someone asking, “How are you really?”


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Why I Wrote This

poem because I was tired — not just in my body, but in my soul.
Tired of being “okay” for others.
Tired of hiding pain behind smiles.

This poem is my way of saying to the world:
“Look closer. Some of us are bleeding silently.”

If you’re one of those people — please know, I see you. I understand you.
Your emotions are not weakness. Your tiredness is not failure.
You are human. And you are enough.


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A Personal Note

If this poem touched your heart, please leave a comment. Even just a “🖤” means more than you know.
Let’s build a small place where people feel seen. Where pain is not judged. Where silence is understood.

Thank you for reading.
Thank you for still being here.


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