I am tired, way too tired to be awake,
my head, my throat, and my heart all ache.
its hard to keep my eyes open and alrert
its weary to attempt to numb the hurt.
I am tired, much too tired to function,
a difficult experience spending lunch in-
the library is quiet, but cannot silence my thoughts
loud, obnoxious, relentless, tie my heart in knots.
I am tired, but extremely alive for a girl-
who's dealing with the death of her world,
her eyelids droop with the scent of defeat,
tempted to give in, but needs to fill this sheet.
I am extremely tired, but readily resilient,
this embodiment of my sickness will not relent
she stabs, and clenches at my neck,
hoping that from all this I wont come back.
I am exhausted, and yet i will live,
with the help of all of my support who give-
all they can to keep me on my feet,
encouraging words, reminding me, this story is not complete.
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