The witching hour!

My eyes, tired of seeing the dramarama.
My thoughts, tired from running into people’s pretentious minds.
My brain,tired of reading too much between the lines.
My nose,tired of inhaling the air filled with the stink of pseudo love.
My lips,tired of uttering the words which mean nothing to people.
My hands,tired of becoming the helping hands.
My heart,tired of being broken again and again.
My stomach,tired of digesting the harsh truths that I find.
My legs,tired of stepping foot into places it never wanted to.
My soul,tired of being imprisoned in the jail with never ending bars.
Looking at the moonless sky,my tired body was out like a light.
Follow up blog:An antonym to this blog.

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