Tired Of This - Poem by JOYCE BEH

The feeling inside,
Is still in my life,
Just want to cry,
To slip and to die,
Knowing I'm forgotten,
It is now a problem,
Why do I keep stopping,
Why is it stressing? ,
Tired of impressing,
It's not teaching me a lesson,
But to make other's happy,
It's no longer for me,
I'm tired of agreeing,
And pleasing,
I just feel like leaving,
The silver is cold to my head,
Pull the trigger, then I'll be dead,
Hopefully when I'm gone, words will be said,
would be heard and I will be dead

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, October 1, 2008

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