Tired
My heart is tired of waiting
of the anticipation
my mind is tired of seeking freedom
my body is tired of seeking peace
my soul is tired of being set in pieces
My fragile mind is dying
when can i stop crying?
when can i stop bleeding?
where is the place i am needed?
The wounds won't disappear
i scrub as hard as i can
but it is always there
I'm a hypocrite
yeah i know
i complained about your problems
but what about my own?
My soul is tired of cuts
my body is tired of bruises
my mind is tired of choosing
is it my heart I'm really losing?
of the anticipation
my mind is tired of seeking freedom
my body is tired of seeking peace
my soul is tired of being set in pieces
My fragile mind is dying
when can i stop crying?
when can i stop bleeding?
where is the place i am needed?
The wounds won't disappear
i scrub as hard as i can
but it is always there
I'm a hypocrite
yeah i know
i complained about your problems
but what about my own?
My soul is tired of cuts
my body is tired of bruises
my mind is tired of choosing
is it my heart I'm really losing?
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