Tired

When I wake it begins, why can't I just sleep? The whirlwind of chemical imbalance overtakes me like dust to the wind.

Try to fight it , try to hide it, but this hurt inside won't stop twisting my brain.

Try to fight through wrong and right But it's the same day or night. Creeping slowly hurt will win, it's just a matter of when it begins.

Finding a crutch to hold me up only spirals out of control like Novacane wearing from the wound that takes your soul.

This is war on ones self. The bullets fly ,the bombs drop as I stare in the mirror I see the reason I'm at war, A reason I can't ignore.

I have lost all hope. I can't get a grip i can't let it go. I see my future clear as day, gun powder and lead creates the truth. The truth you refuse to release onto the ones you love. That's the real fear, is broken hearts... this tears me apart. I'm tired.

I'm tired of the consistency of ill feeling , I'm tired of the angels passing me by, and all I can do is try... try to cry out. I'm tired but I'm not weak I'm tired...

A battle fought long and hard creates a scar on your soul. And at what point do you let go? Let go of the stress and fucked up mess. At what point do you stop being tired and just sleep? I’m tired, so tired... leave me be