tire

Searching for a meaning, in this game we call life. Wondering day by day if it was worth living, envelope by this blanket of sadness, hidden by a bright smile Moments of desperation feeling like a trapped animal, falling asleep to sound of my tears, praying for a moment of peace. Searching...

I am so sick and tire of feeling sick and tire. I am so sick and tire of not being able to be me. Of watching what I say, so that I don’t cross that imaginary line you have place. I am so sick and tire of not being able to express what I want because it might sever some little rule you have...