Tired of trying and getting no where
Done pretending to be something I'm not
Tired of looking at eyes that don't seem to care
Think of all the times that you weren't there
Sick of who I am
Distaste what I used to be
Can't keep it under control
LET THE BLOOD RUN FREE
Tired of moving on
Tired of looking back
Break down, fall apart
Walk on the peices
Of this shattered heart
The tears will fall, neverending
Crucify, time's ascending
So keep on looking, if you think it's there
Play with fire
Burn your hole
Ripping apart your worn out, forgotten, no good, dirty peice of shit excuse for a soul
Tired of lieing, the pain's on your face
Tired of living, do I give a damn?
So f***ing sick of who I am
So f***ing tired, take a stand
To f***ing hurt to try to pull through
Just f***ing hate...
Not being close to you...
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Reviewed by Meghan Lacey (Reader)
Reviewed on March 21, 2003
"Just fucking hate...Not being close to you." Those are two very powerful lines right there. This is one of your best poems yet and I love it. Hopefully you won't be lonely anymore and will write some poetry that's so not sad in the future. Lots of love, Meggy-Muffin.
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