Tired of crying
Tired of caring
Tired of feeling
Tired of hiding
Tired of living
Tired of eating
Tired of not eating
Tired of this
Tired of that
Tired of right
Tired of left
Tired of missing
Tired of love
Tired of sitting
Tired of standing
Tired of hoping
Tired of lying in bed
Tired of losing
Tired of talking
Tired of making
Tired of her
Tired of you
Tired of you choosing her
Tired of hoping you'll choose me
Tired of everything
Tired of everyone
She wrote this all on her arms and legs
Trying not to left the knife take over
Trying not to let it get to he
Trying not to care
It had been a year since this happened
It was something she didn't want to worry about anymore
It was something she was
Tired of doing