Tired.

Sleep doesn’t help

If you’re exhausted,

Tired of life,

Wishing all this bullshit

Would just end.

But you don’t necessarily

Want to die,

Either.

You just want

To be free

Of constant ridicule

But that’s never going to happen,

Is it?

This poem is about: 
Me

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