I'M Expired Poem by Eman Awad

I feel like i'm out of date,
like a song, out of time, empty, silent.
I'm always a second too late,
my heart is rotten, sad, guilty, violent.
I've called out for help, i did,
but no one seems to hear me by mistake.
I cry long nights, awake in bed,
i look at my self, sadly my heart break.
I'm no longer on top of my game,
i've lost so much to forget if i ever won.
And no one's around me to blame,
they've all vanished, all gone, one by one.
I say i'm tired, no one's for aid,
and i'm tired of being so tired and so lost.
It's me, that's the price i've paid,
i've crossed the line and my life's the cost.
Don't believe in me, i'm no fairy tale,
don't relate to me, i say, constantly.
I'm a flat line, a resrruction that failed,
an empty circle, i wish i'm not back to me.
All are done by other hands,
my life's no one's guilt but my own.
They hurt me, but no one understands,
that i'll deal with my wound, all alone.
I became all i've never desired,
i realise that now, i'm so expired..