Tired Poem by Lizelle 'Leasel' Martins

Tears
Rolling down
These warm cheeks
How
When
Why
How do I make this
How do I fathom all this
I need Answers
God I want answers

Live right
Do as you command
I wish I could say I was reckless
I wish I did many things
Just to justify all this
But I didn't
I didn't
And yet...

Thoughts flood my mind
Is it worth it
To make it another day
See another day
Sadly the word Yes
Ain’t that loud nor bold anymore

I ain’t strong enough
I don't think I will make it
I don't wanna make it
I AM TIRED
This heart
This soul
Can't take anymore
Beatings
I give up
I need to rest
I am all torn
Bruised

I AM TIRED