I'm tired.

"I'm tired of being suicidal.

I'm tired of being so depressed,

I'm tired of cutting.

I'm tired of burning myself,

I'm tired of smoking. 

I'm tired of the pills, 

And multiple suicide attempts. 

I'm tired of me having to get high on pills, to make me feel some what happy. 

I'm tired of the scars. 

I'm tired of wearing this mask, 

That doesn't show how broken I am. 

But goddamn, 

I'm so fucking broken. 

I'm tired of being asked if I'm suicidal, everyday. 

I'm tired of not being my old self when I was younger. 

But this is me, 

And its been for years. 

I've just kinda learned to accept it. 

And that's okay. 

Because all of the pain has done this to me. 

And deep down inside, 

I'm still that same little girl who wasn't broken. 

But, 

Broken hearts don't match with happy hearts. 

Because the man I called "dad", 

Shattered my heart before anyone else. 

And my mother allowed a piece of shit, man to come into our lives. 

And every fucking night, 

I'd get beat, 

Put down, 

And told I shouldn't live. 

"YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN ABORTED, I DON'T KNOW WHY YOUR MOM DIDN'T." 

He would tell me. 

I've accepted everything that made me, ME."