I'm really fuckin' tired… tired of sitting back against the wall, legs bent and pushed against my chest, the soles of my feet pressed flat and firmly against the ground, my arms resting on top of my kneecaps and my forehead tilted downward upon my crossed forearms, just rocking myself back and forth back and forth to help ease my pain, I asked for it to go away, pleaded out loud pleeeeeease I beg you, but I think pain enjoys watching my tears trickle down my cheeks, cause if he didn't he would have vanished from my thoughts long ago! Still here I try to continue try to cope, try to deal, attempt to manage, just to get by, but not a day goes by where the memories don't come and approach my conscience killing every bit of happiness I might have at that moment, so once again I find my-self crunched up In a ball of sadness tired of always having my back against this wall!!!!Birth sign: Virgo
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