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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