Tired, poetry by Breanna Hobbs-Dunning at Spillwords.com
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Tired

Tired

written by: Breanna Hobbs-Dunning

 

Late at night,
I want to scream
I want to cry
And I hate to admit it but I want to die.

I’m scared of all those voices
Inside my head
They scream to hell
They could bring me to death.

I can’t let them win,
But I’m just so tired
So tired of this life I’m living
Too tired to fight
I just want to let go
And stop this life.

I want to stop this constant hurt
To stop the voices in my head
To never have to get out of bed
To stop cutting up my skin
Like it’s paper
The blade playing as a pen,
But I’m an artist
And cannot quit now.
Every line is a step closer to finish my artwork.
Once I finish
The lines will soon fade
Till little white lines are all that remain.

After all,
Wasn’t I born
Just to die.

Breanna Hobbs-Dunning

Breanna Hobbs-Dunning

Breanna Hobbs-Dunning is a sixteen year old girl, who was originally born in Darwin, but is now living in Murray Bridge, SA. She attends year 11 at Murray Bridge High School. Breanna first took an interest in poems when she was at the age of fourteen, during one of her English classes. But she continues to write poems outside of school because it is a way to help her express her feelings and words she cannot speak out loud. Writing poems helped her more than the therapists and the doctors she seen did, because Breanna felt safer and more comfortable to open up about her own thoughts, feelings and found it easier putting the words onto her phone in notes.
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