Finnally

My head hurts.
I think it's the lights,
They hurt my eyes.
I'm sick.
I'm tired.
I've reached that point,
The point where you
Just give up.
Where you don't care.
I'm scared
To cry,
To be weak.
That's frowned upon here,
"Hush, hush, keep it to yourself."
That's what they say here.
But, I've reached that point;
I don't care.
I'm going rogue.
I will cry.
I will sleep.