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I want pills. I want lots of fucking pills. Hundreds. Thousands. Millions. Never-fucking-ending supply. Anything and everything I'll take it. I just fucking want pills.
My stomach is shaking, my breath short and bitter
My eyes are burning, to cry away our pain
I’m just fucking tired.
I’m tired of my head hurting. I'm tired of my eyes burning. I’m tired feeling like I’m about to cry. I’m tired of my eyes going cross eyed when I try to concentrate. I’m tired of feeling angry. I’m tired of feeling lazy. I’m tired of feeling fat. I’m tired of my muscles hurting. I’m tired of waiting. I’m tired of being tired. I’m just fucking tired.
I’m tired of listening to music letting them do the talking for me. I’m tired of not being able to cry. I’m tired of my breathing. I’m tired of being sick. I’m tired of being mad. I’m tired of wishing. I’m tired of broken hearts. I’m tired of trying to get lost in a book. I’m tired of trying to create my world in a dream. I’m tired of trying to bring back my past in the worst possible way. I’m tired of missing what I shouldn’t. I’m tired of thinking of people I shouldn’t be. I’m tired of feeling like I’m about to barf. I’m tired of tears sitting on the edge of my eyes. I’m tired of hanging up the phone. I’m tired of being sad. I’m tired of being lost. I’m tired. I’m just fucking tired.
My stomach is shaking, my breath short and bitter
My eyes are burning, to cry away our pain
I’m just fucking tired.
I’m tired of my head hurting. I'm tired of my eyes burning. I’m tired feeling like I’m about to cry. I’m tired of my eyes going cross eyed when I try to concentrate. I’m tired of feeling angry. I’m tired of feeling lazy. I’m tired of feeling fat. I’m tired of my muscles hurting. I’m tired of waiting. I’m tired of being tired. I’m just fucking tired.
I’m tired of listening to music letting them do the talking for me. I’m tired of not being able to cry. I’m tired of my breathing. I’m tired of being sick. I’m tired of being mad. I’m tired of wishing. I’m tired of broken hearts. I’m tired of trying to get lost in a book. I’m tired of trying to create my world in a dream. I’m tired of trying to bring back my past in the worst possible way. I’m tired of missing what I shouldn’t. I’m tired of thinking of people I shouldn’t be. I’m tired of feeling like I’m about to barf. I’m tired of tears sitting on the edge of my eyes. I’m tired of hanging up the phone. I’m tired of being sad. I’m tired of being lost. I’m tired. I’m just fucking tired.