Torn to piece by vicious intent,
Regardless of the pleas being said,
The thoughts attacking her brain.
She wanted what’s best,
What is best for you is for?
Silence.

My happiness is decided on those around,
The ones I choose to stay in my life.
Containing all of my being,
Crazed thoughts run through,
It gets hard to breath.
And relaxed.

Three people.
You him and I.
We met up in Cruces,
It was grand.
We all got a long,
Shots are fired and there you are on the floor.
There is a pool of red and i,
I am kneeling to you and crying.
He pulls me off and we leave you.
I awaken and tears are down my cheeks,
One thought comes to mind.
“Please be okay.”

You are like a drug,
Consuming my well being.
Taking advantage the only way you know you can.
Yet here I sit wishing for things to be different,
To be someone else to you.
We cannot go back to how it was,
This is what acceptance is for me.
To live freely yet stably,
Without you on my side.

I’m going to end up killing myself today.
Just for the soul factor of myself being tired.
Exhausted,
Low of any motivation.
I’m tired.
Tired of being strong,
Tired of acting,
Tired of being tired.
No matter what I do,
I am still tired.