I'm tired.
Of watching life pass me by without a second glance,
I'm tired.
Of being a back seat driver of my own story,
I'm tired.
Of seeing my happiness come and go fading like smoke on a cold day,
I'm tired.
Of staying up late every night and waking to the belles of lunch,
I'm tired.
Of the same dark like the deep pools of ink in the black night,
I'm tired.
Of life,
Of pain,
I can't do it anymore.
I have to change.
Goodbye to my pain.
I will not miss you.