Despair
Drained
tired of thinking
tired of hoping
just tired
Every time I see beauty
I wonder
and sigh because I'm alone
losing hope
My will is blood
dripping from my nose
reality is the bruise on my thigh
the scrape on my calf
the pain in my mind
I dress like I feel
cheap
blue
tired
too tired to fix it
too tired
to live
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