I’m tired...

I’m tired 

Tired of being alone 

Pretending the one who I don’t want to be. 

I’m tired 

Tired of being put down

From people that used to be my closest.

I’m tired 

Tired of crying 

Getting locked in a dim room, where only a bit of light cast through the window. 

I’m tired 

Tired of holding on to my own breath 

Where all I want to do is just give up on life. 

I’m tired 

Tired of my encircle 

Perhaps the encircle tired of me

What matters-nothing- things can never be washed away from mind.