Tired Of You Poem by Thomas Howe

Tired Of You



I said I would never leave
You should not believe
I'm nothing more than a boy
To you, I was your first toy
Now at the bottom of the toy chest
Getting darker and more depressed
You said I was your world
You must've found the 'new' world
I'm starting to feel distant
This is not at all pleasant
Getting more and more annoyed
I am nothing, I'm crossing into the void
The end of the rope is at hand
I'm sinking to fast in quicksand
You couldn't care any less
I was just more stress
Nothing more than an object
Something you now reject
You let me slip on through
No longer having to make-do

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