She was the kind of tired
That could not be solved with sleep
All the things she once admired
Felt buried away real deep
Her brain once filled with so much joy
Now felt completely drained
The only thing left to destroy
Was the light her heart contained
While feeling herself slipping away
She started her last attempt
To find the strength to make her stay
The light that would hold her hand
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PoetrySelf-written poems about my everyday feelings and thoughts to which some of you might relate.
