im still tried
I'm still tired
No matter the time i go to bed
or time i wake up
I still face the nightmares
with pills i take to try and help
i still pull all nighters
No matter what happens
I'm still tired
No matter the rain sounds i play on my tv
Or the tapping,chewing and chattering in the classroom
The beeps of the hospital room
Paired with the birds chirping in the morning
No matter what i hear
I'm still tired
No matter the light of the phone
or the blood i watch drip
The so called art i draw
Or The hospital room i somehow always find myself in
No matter what i see
I'm still tired
No matter the thoughts of ending it all
Or just wishing i was never here in the first place
The screams of pain only i can hear
Or the smile i wish i didn't need to fake
No matter what
I'm still tired
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Personal exhaustion and mental health struggles anchored in concrete autobiographical detail.
Multiple sensory and emotional ideas layered densely; anaphoric repetition builds conceptual weight.
Deeply negative: exhaustion, nightmares, self-harm ideation, suicidal thoughts, emotional masking.
Cyclical intensity through anaphora and accumulating sensory details; restrained but relentless voice.
Approximately 21-22 lines; falls within 16-30 range.
Some personification (rain sounds, birds) and implied metaphor; mostly declarative, spare language.
Pure lyric internal voice; deeply personal introspection with no narrative or dramatic distance.
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