I'm tired of emotions of the day to day commotion of the in and outs the ups and downs and unnecessary devotion to things that don't matter the unrealistic clatter or clutter its enough that I'd rather pull the shutters.
Shut it all out and hide under the covers.
(like that ever worked, but it's the comfort that eases hurt.)

Memories of happy times that I can't remember fully.
While I remember clearly the anger sadness and the cruelty.
So much guilt and regret built up inside my chest makes me long for a day that I can finally take a rest.
But I guess it's good right?
I'm living just fighting the good fight, not poor but content paying mortgage no more rent.

Yet those dollar signs still haunt me.
Stay scrambling chasing money.
It's not important says the family
Is some of the advice that they hand me.
And maybe it doesn't but I'd like the opportunity to see, if maybe having money would make me a better me.