Tired
Sitting in my bed
T.V. playing
Phone sitting in my lap
Tears falling
3 a.m.
Nobody to talk too
Nothing to do
I'm tired
I can't sleep
Tomorrow I will crawl out of bed
Even more tried
One day I will sleep
One day I won't worry any more
One day I won't be tired
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I really like Criminal Minds, Dr. Who (the 4th Dr.), and reading/writing fanfiction and poetry
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