Will there ever be a time I don’t feel like this?
Frustrated, attacked, burdened, worn
Sometimes there’s just so much to feel
I’ll choose not to feel anything at all
So tired of chasing shadows that weren’t meant to be caught
So tired of holding secrets that aren’t meant to be kept
Tired of searching ways to numb the scars on my heart
Why must I be so self destructive?
Why do I make the wrong decision every time?
A happy dagger turns into guilt
An innocent joint turns to much more
So tired of bleeding
So tired of screaming
But mostly I’m tired of hiding
Sharing secrets with the bottle
Chasing insipid dreams while the moon laughs
Staring into the mouth of the universe
Just me and the stars
