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I'm tired of taking off my own belt I'm tired of feeling what I've felt I'm tired of giving up so easy I'm tired of no one trying to see me I'm tired of complaining and whining I'm tired of the wanting and pining I'm tired of sleeping all alone I'm tired of staying at home I'm tired of listening my thoughts I'm tired of everything I've got I'm tired of staring on the mirror I'm tired of trying to wipe it clear I'm tired of silent, early mornings I'm tired of romantically mourning I'm tired of my ever-drying lips I'm tired of my calloused fingertips I'm tired of listening to happy people I'm tired of being frail and feeble I'm tired of being alone I'm tired of being alone Continue reading... Carson Alexander Defelice Mar 2018 Insomniac Headlights Tell me I'm not this. The blue began to flood inside a room once painted black. Tell me I don't see this. The orb of morning peering its start right to my eyelids that can't even close. Tell me I don't hear this. Birds chirping