Tired

Shandi

Tired of crying

Tired of the pain

Tired of this life

Always turning out the same.

Tired of getting nowhere

And always being broke down.

Tired of trying my best

Just to look like a clown.

Tired of being tired

Tired of being strong

Tired of loving and caring

Tired of carrying on

Tired of smiling

Tired of laughing

Tired of running and hiding

Tired of standing, and fighting

Fighting for nothing

Tired of being right,

When I really need to be wrong

Tired of “family”

And people that say they love me.

I’m tired of being tired

And I’m ready to throw in the towel already

Tired of being a teammate

Tired of being a partner

Don’t wanna be a best friend

Just wanna be by myself and be a mother.

Tired of talking

Tired of typing

Tired of feeling my heart steadily breaking

Tired of the cuts that are longer bleeding

Tired of the broken heart that still keeps beating.

Tired of being depended on

Tired of being watched

Tired of being a role model

Tired of moving on

Tired of my mind, and all the loud thoughts

Just tired of being tired

I’ve tried and tried and still get nowhere.

I’ve got everyone but when I need someone they’re just not there

They say “I’m here” but ears are deaf when I speak.

Tired of hopes and shattered dreams

Tired of the support that I never really had.

Tired of the dreams that I wake from instead.

Tired of sobriety

Tired of addiction

Tired of life and tired of death,

Tired of quitting

Tired of winning

Tired of being tired

But no amount of sleep is enough.

Oh! And I’m sick and tired of love.

One day I won’t wake up.

One day it’ll all be done.

I’ll drag myself across the finish line,

And the battles will be won.

But for now I’m just so tired.

Wanting it all to end.

I just have to keep being tired.

It’s not my time just yet.

  • Author: Shandi (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 4th, 2025 03:43
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • sorenbarrett

    I can feel the exhaustion in this poem. Locked in to life's prison by bars of obligation one rots in depression. Breaking free is not an easy task. Lovely write



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