Am I tired of this life,
Or of words that are as lethal as knife.
Am I tired of being used,
Or upset with emphatic abuse.
Am I tired of being strong,
Or disgusted with the blames of wrong.
Am I tired of the word love,
Or the cruel intention they glove.
Am I crying in vain,
Or is it heart bleeding pain.
Am I this person who I have become,
Or have betrayals made me into one.
Fake smiles and wet eyes,
Are they my companions till the end of time.
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