hm

Every now and then, I like to read through things I've written in the past. Going along with my newly "discovered" emo-ness...I guess this poem from a few years back fully illustrates my true nature, and how, even then, I was well on my way to where I am now.

*blink*

Moving on...

Tired
by me

I'm so tired.
Tired of the same old routine.
Tired of not doing anything.
Tired of doing too much.
I'm tired.
I feel worn out,
Like a book losing its pages along the spine.
I feel like everything inside me is falling out--
I'm too weak to hold it in anymore.
I can't keep up this facade any longer.
It's too much for one person to maintain.