She's tired,

She's always tired,

Somehow no one sees,

The battle inside her head,

She needs time but she can't control it,

Slowly it feels like her soul is slipping through the cracks and her mind is turning to ash,

Something so simple, so beautiful,

Yet her mind cannot find peace to except it,

Something her soul can't control and her mind can't expell,

It's clutches grab at her heart slowly turning it to black,

She's tired,

She's always so tired,

Looking for a way to slip away,

To slip from the darkness around her heart,

Because she can't take it anymore,

She's tired,

She's always so tired.

By Marina Vos

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