Dedicated to those who are too tired to care.

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The Truth Is.

I love to think

That I could

Runaway

From all this

And never come back

But the Truth is

I don’t have any money

So… I’m stuck here

In this pit

That I call home

And wallow in

The self pity

That is threatening

To crawl out onto my skin

And tear me apart.

But the truth is

I don’t have any money

To buy me some new skin.

So… I’m just going to

Sit here

And thinking about moving

Maybe walking upstairs

To where I could

F A L L alseep

On my big comfy bed

But the truth is

My eyes can’t close.

So… I’m just staring

At nothing

Trying not to blink

Playing a game with

Myself

Only myself

Here to bother

Nobody to talk to

Nobody to yell out

But the truth is

Even if I had the energy to

I wouldn’t.

I’m too tired. But my eyes won’t close.

I’m too tired to even do that.

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