Tired

I'm Tired,

Not the kind where you sleep,

But the kind where your done,

But not precisely done but fed up,

You've done what you can in this time,

You tried,

You cried,

You fought,

You tought,

You learned,

You earned,

Everything that has happened,

Happened for a reason,

But to you it was treason,

It was against YOUR law,

Because in the end you only wanted to crawl,

But not precisely crawl but hide,

All because you were...Tired,

You were tired of seeing the same,

And for that it was a shame,

You wanted to see,

No feel something different,