tired.

tired.

A Poem by brianna vega

i pull back my hair from my face

ruffle it into a mess

my back aches

my shoulders tired from allways trying to sit up straight

pretending that im living straight

but my bodys so tired

my mind worn thin

im trying to stop using the bad things to relax

but it seems almost impossible since ive fallen off the right track

i just wanna break free and start fresh

aim for whats good for me

but my eyes are old

and my heart too wise

© 2008 brianna vega


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I totally get this too. Great clarity with your thoughts, you express them cleanly and with subtle but unwavering style.

fave line: trying to stop using the bad things to relax. damn, hard isnt it?

Posted 17 Years Ago



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brianna vega

city of lost angels, CA



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