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Tired

Im worned-out from all these things.
These things that are constantly occurring.

Im exhausted from trying.
Because it drains me dry I cant breathe.

I feel fatigued,
All these, nonsense that doesn’t make any sense.

Im bushed up,
Because I feel that nobody’s recognising.
Understanding, realising, comprehending.

not even you or you.


Im tired.
Im really tired.







The only thing that makes sense is You,
Whom I can feel encouraging me,
behind me, beside me, by me
When no one can grasp hold off, about.
My threshold to that way.
& I would know I’ll still
Hopefully.
Be okay.