Tired

I'm tired of all the tears that
stream down my depressed
and pretty little face.

I'm tired of the pain that
caused me to put a razor to
my wrist and cut my flesh.

I'm tired of looking in the
mirror and seeing a depressed
girl with pain in her eyes.

I'm tired of caring about a
guy and someone saying
something that messes us all up.

I'm tired of being fused at for the pettiest things and the only time my dad talks to me is when he's fusing at me.

I get to where I'm tired of
being alone. Sometimes even
tired of being alive.

My tired eyes are sick of crying
my painful tears that put
me in suck a tracne.

I'm tired of being a statistic
and not being normal. I
just want to be normal.