Tired
Down the block
Through the rail and stairs
Seeing no one there
Not e'en a shadow
Not letting disappointment
Or pain or fear or tear
Just moving by the way
Living with the way
Not going back
Not letting the pain in
Until a sound came from afar
Whispering into my ears like it was so near
With my eyes closed savoring the moment
Didn't know what to do
What to say
Where to go
Just listening... just listening
I'm sick and tired
Worried for all reasons
Feel like screaming
I'm tired... don't know what to do
Could someone just tell me what to do
I feel broken
Could someone just let me in
Make me feel like I was somebody
Even though I know I'm not
Just wanna see life in my living
Tired of living for naught
Cause to me living is nothing
Remember the voice I heard in my ears
Whispering to me
I could hear it so clearly
Wish it could just tell me something
Something so sweet and soothing
Wish it could turn to a human
Making me rest on his shoulder
Relax and forget all my sorrow
Cause what I need is peace
Everlasting peace
Don't know why I always long for more
When clearly..it can't be so
Laying down on my bed
Thinking of all the opportunities
Opportunities I missed
Realized I was stupid
So foolish.....so dumb
But then there was really no opportunity
So what am I even saying
Think I'm a weirdo
Or some kind of fool
I really don't care
Cause really I am all those
They said it was over
They said I wasn't needed
See me now breaking
Piece by piece
Don't know how to pick myself up
What's the best thing to do right now
Really I don't know
But wait.....that voice
I can hear it again
Quite clearly
But ohh what is it saying
It's time to go home
I want to go home
I need to go home
Death I call.......
About this poem
A piece of writing portraying a form of emotional feeling common among teens
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Submitted by justinaemmanuel486 on August 25, 2022
Modified on March 05, 2023
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Words | 339 |
Stanzas | 1 |
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