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Weary
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Pain/Ilness So tired am I
alone and leery.
My body struggles
its grown so weary.
Peaceful rest,
is all I crave.
As I settle down
in my living grave.
It seems to much trouble,
always living with dread.
Sometimes I think,
I'd be better off dead.
So now I lay me
me down to sleep.
Weary and hurting,
I silently weep.
Tossing and turning,
through nightmarish dreams.
I awake still in pain
as my body screams.
One day I won't wake,
my tears will all be dried.
I'll be weary no more,
for it will be the day I died.
