Echoes Of Exhaustion

I Tire but u don't even see
I tire but is it wrong for me to feel
that emotion or any emotion at all
I TIRE!!!
the exhaust i feel and constant pain
my head keeps spinning
monsters fucking with my brain
im tired i say
my mom words attack violent stabbing my chest neck and back
wounds reopen as new wounds gather
thrown to the ground im beaten and torn
is this my life should i be proud and wear my scars with pride
im not perfect my words attack back
i blame myself for everything because punctuality i lack
too tired too work, to do anything at all
i thought i didn't care but my emotions are constantly rushing down
like waves hitting me in my back my heart wake this close to coughing up blood
screams!!
can you hear my screams????

Shaquiera Stephenson
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