Tired

January 30, 2018

I’ve been sweet and kind

No one has taken advantage of me

Til now and ruined my mind.

My heart aches with pain

Knowing my friends would do this

My heart and eyes scream in vain.

Tears roll down my pale face,

Breaking what’s left of my heart

My thoughts begins to race.

I’m hurt but they don’t know

I want to yell and snap

But I won’t let it show.

When they need me

I’ll turn my back on them

And let them suffer as much as me.

Though if I did that,

I would sink to their level,

I rather be kind than a brat.

I could have a little fun

I’ll give them the wrong answers,

Then the karma shall be done

As much as I try

All I do isn’t good enough

So maybe I should die

Leave them with a smile on my face

Make them cry as hard as I did

But I’ll miss the kind ones embrace

My dearest friend,

She keeps me happy,

She’ll make the torture end.

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