When I Say I’m Tired,
I Really Mean It.
I Am Tired.
Tired Of Going Through The Same Thing Each Day,
No Knowing How I’ll Feel Tomorrow,
Tired Of Drifting Through Each Day,
Feeling Like There’s No Reason To Live,
Tired Of Having To Harm Myself As A Way To Escape From The
Pain,
Tired Of Being The Person Who Everybody Thinks Is Perfectly
Fine.
Tired Of Being Me.