Pam Fraser


I’m Tired....


I'm tired of dreaming of
dreams that don’t come true.

I am tired of people who lie especially,
the one’s who say they don’t.

I'm sick, and tired that I can't stop these tears that I cry.
I wish the pain, and the suffering would go away.

Don’t they see me, Faking the laugher
when I feel some kind of emptiness.

They like to play this stupid ugly game
When, I feel my life is all a mess.

I want to be alone..........

When life.....
My life, has so much more then difficultly,
when I am this way.....

I'm tired of the feeling I cant trust others,
and myself can’t be trusted as well.

I'm really tired.......

I tired of not seeing a brand new day! !

Submitted: Thursday, August 18, 2005
Edited: Monday, July 18, 2011

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