Isn't it funny how you can burn down your own house from the small ember of your last cigarette. How your forgetful toss of your most uncharming habit into the untrimmed brush of your houses surrounding can ruin everything. Your careless toss of the twice puffed cigarette banished in disgust and hopes of renewal and yet your world comes brutally and disgustingly crashing down. It makes you wonder if it's ever truly worth quiting our flawed vices. perhaps our caous and addictions are more us than we think they are and without them we will burn down our entire house

Staying up all night because these worries keep me woke
telling my parents i need a counselor to help me sleep
seeing my mom laugh as i explain to her the troubles that haunt my mind
not being able to tell my father because he's the source of my pain.
Feeling lost in a world so cold
A civil war goes on in my head of should i stay or go
asking myself if i should drive out into traffic and end it now
feeling the pain in my chest
in my throat
wondering if it will all go away
knowing it won't
knowing its going to get worse
knowing I'm different
knowing I hate myself
music curing my temporary illness
all while contained within the walls of my youth trophies and baby pictures
the pictures take me back
make me want times that didn't hurt
times of innocence
times where the pain wasn't in my eyes yet
times when i didn't love or hate
times when i just lived
times when time was just that
when time wasn't should I stay up yet another night because the sun will rise in an hour or should I waste another one of my timeless days by sleeping from the night terrors finally going away.
Times that I miss the most
and what is most funny is that these times weren't too long ago.
I don't know, just pray for your brother
times are tough
getting tougher
lonelier and colder.
times are tough
pray for your brother
lets get through this together

Life and death
What's the difference between the two
we know that in life you have a Choice
Death you do not
Death happens
Unexpected
Expected  
Nonetheless it happens
But what Is better
Knowing what happens
Or being hallucinate
Who knows
All I know is that I'm tired
Physically
Mentally
And spiritually

Home is where the heart is
Home is where the pain is
Home is where you learned,
How to walk
To ride a bike
To drink
To cuss
To hurt
And to love

Home taught you what tolerance Is
Home taught you not everyone is perfect
Home taught you that you're never really at home,
Until you make yourself home

Home is another word for love
Love doesn't always workout
And sometimes being home,
Is like the worst love story ever
Sometimes the love story turns into a horror
And the bridegroom on the edge of the balcony
Wishing to jump off
Hoping to jump,
Into someone's arms
Someone who can save them
From this Broken home

Dear lord,

If you are reading this, take me with you. Im tired of it here. The loss, the pain. The friends I dont relate to. The people who lie. The expectations I dont meet. The love I dont give. The pain I wake up with in my chest every day. The reason I have to pray in the morning just to get me out of bed. Im tired of it lord and I wish Id just bleed out. The bed makes for a good last peace. A padded womb of my exit, lord. Please. Take me with you.

Thank you,
Jack Tierney

Tomorrow

Maybe tomorrow will be better