Tired
We all have a breaking point. Have I reached mine?
I'm tired of crying
I'm tired of hurting
I'm tired of the lies
I'm tired of the burn
Only to be spurned
I'm tired of trying
I'm tired of bowing
I'm tired of dying
I'm tired of cowing
never to overcome
the lables you put
I've lived and now I'm done
My soul crushed black as soot
But it always has to be me
The sacrifice is always mine
I'm the one that says goodby
No matter how hard I have tried
Held on with all my might
But I have no more fight
I am always just so tired
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Chris Santiago
I've always found a bit peace and release in putting word to written medium. I'm by no means an accomplished wordsmith but I find enjoyment in it. My love for writing started from world building that being a dungeon master provided.
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They say the forest by Phoenix River sings. Perhaps it is just the wind howling through the leaves, or a particular birdsong. But Percy Fisher knows better; he knows what lies in those woods, and he knows that the forest sings of his demise.
By Leigh Hooperabout 23 hours ago in Fiction
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Part of the "Betrayed" series
I'm so sorry you're feeling this way 🥺 Sending you lots of love and hugs ❤️
In not tired of poems! I love this! Good work, well written!