I am tired of life.. but am i ready for death?
I hope u like it. Its meant for many things-- one might even think of life while reading this...or death.The ones that just tires me as time goes by
I'm tired of the rude comments behind
Of what real truth may i ever find?
I am tired of love, of life, of day
Or am I just leading myself astray
You may just think I'm happy, with love
But all of u just think you're so above
I am tired of lyeing, of cheating, of stealing
Of wanting but never really needing
I'm tired of trying to break my hard habits
Love, kindness and coldness, a burnt candle waiting to be lit
I am tired of staying behind these hidden walls
Where no one would tell if i were going to fall
I am tired Of life of choices we all make
As days go by, we realize its all a mistake
Where our happiness grows
where our sadness goes
I wish I'll finally be a person who knows
There really is a good in this world
maybe so good it would make my mind twirl
I am tired of seeing these cold familear faces
as their prescence make such deep traces
upon my soul where this tireness rises
I must be starting to give my good byes
And so I go on telling this poem
I say, my dear friends I am tired, as I must move on
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