I’m tired,
Tired of this,
Tired of us,
Tired of scraping this barrel of fuss.

Tired of never feeling well,
Tired of hearing these voices yell.

Tired of never living,
Tired of every breath that I’m giving.

Tired of always looking back,
Tired of a past without joy to unpack.

Tired of pain feeling like it’s forever,
Tired of been chained to the harshest of weather.

Tired of constantly trying to rest,
Tired of never looking my best.

Tired of the lying,
Tired of the rugged truth I’m not buying.

Tried of it all,
Tired of trying to stop myself fall.

It’s time to rest,
To sleep,
To escape this maddened world,

To dream an eternity,
A picture of a life never touched. ✕

I made it up…..
   I made it all up!

Said the man
   to the broken mirror x

Running from what?
     The what ifs,
The what’s not?

  The past wrapped up your heart,
In heavy wet cloth,
         Memories in shackles shape.  

A fist of madness shakes you lifeless.
Lays you dead
      On the breath of a brand new dawn.

Each new thought-
    ready
boundless,
   Free!

But Less sure,
        Less sure than the last.

Why can’t we just live **

Bitter,
Yet sweet,
She soothes the wound she makes.

Her kiss-
A twisted knife,

She sees only her own blood,
And wipes the blade
with the fabric of my heart ❤️

Well,
here I am-
Coming back again,
Wondering what the next moment will hold.


This time
there’s a glimmer in the mist,
And a hope,
I feel deep inside-
Of something else,
Something I’ve not yet touched,
Or seen.

Returning
to the same place,
The same walls,
and streets-
But this time,
with different eyes,
And a different heart,

To be different,
From from all that we were
at the start **

She looked back upon her life,
  Through the hollow case of a silver bullet,  
Fired through a room that never grew.

If she’d followed her heart,
Would the violence of her pistol calmly smoke?
Or is it eternally cocked back,
    Forever ready to fire.

She spoke loudly of her mountains peak,
   Yet failed to admire it’s view,
      its paths surely made her bleed,  
   But did its landslides build her a shelter for hope ? **

She told me I was heartless
    Maybe she was right..

As I never had the heart to tell her
       That maybe
             She just never reached  it ❤️