sim 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
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
If you or someone you know is struggling, you are not alone.
988 Suicide & Crisis Lifeline — call or text 988, 24/7. Crisis Text Line — text HELLO to 741741.
▾ This Poem's Voice
Your Poem's Voice
Deeply personal exhaustion and mental health struggle; minimal abstraction.
Multiple sensory, emotional, and experiential ideas layered densely throughout.
Overwhelmingly negative: exhaustion, nightmares, suicidal ideation, pain, fakery.
Intense emotional force tempered by cyclical, meditative repetition structure.
Approximately 27 lines; falls in 16-30 range.
Minimal metaphor/simile; mostly concrete imagery with some personification.
Pure lyric introspection; intimate first-person internal monologue throughout.
Comments (0)
Comments are closed for this poem.