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tired of it
the days i go unseen
the moments i'm invisible
to not only her but he world around me
i'm tired of it
the words that go unspoken
and the ones i'm not allowed to speak
the silent state im being held captive in is almost lethal
i'm tired of it
tired of the days i'm blinded
blind to the important things
i'm tired of it
it makes my head spin
and no one seems to care
the one person that does is being held captive
away from me in words
i'm invisible
i’m unspoken
i’m blind
i’m
i’m
i’m
i’m
tired