TiredA Poem by PsycotticI’m so
tired. I’m so
tired of trying to be someone who I’m not for him. I’m so
tired of his criticisms, his ugly whispers in my ears, Too ugly,
too stupid, too slow, too fat, too weird, too weak, too imperfect Sticks
and stones will break my bones but his words will never hurt me. I could
be happy if his voice was quiet next to mine. I could
be happy if he was blind. I could
be happy if he loved me. But I’m
so tired of my bleeding heart scarred in my mangled chest. I’m so
tired of not being good enough for him. I’m so
tired of being rejected by him. I’m so
tired of being weak and useless in his eyes. I’m so
tired, beaten by his blows, his nails scratching out my eyes, his daggers
piercing my heart, his legs kicking my crimson stomach, his words suffocating
my happiness. Sticks
and stones might break my bones, but words will make him hurt me. He is my
bully and I am his punching bag. He is my
worst enemy. He is the
poison in my soul. I hate
him. I hate
him so much. Why does
he loathe me, what did I do to him? Why can’t
I do anything right in his eyes? That’s
why I’m tired. So tired
of waking up with him by my side. So tired
of trying to satisfy him. So tired
of him constricting my throat and slicing my heart. I just
want to sleep and never wake up. I just
want to rest and never hear his voice or see his face or remember him again. But I
can’t. I can't
kill him or he will kill me. Because I
am him, And he is me.
Sticks
and stones can't break my bones because I am already broken. © 2016 PsycotticReviews
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