I wish I could feel tired,
That I could finally fall asleep,
Let go of all these  memories that seem to keep,
Keep me awake in the darkest of hours,
As the pain in my heart slowly devours,
Reality and truth; innocence and youth,
How am I such a stone cold wall,
When on my sleeves, I bear it all,
I want to break free from this pale room,
To fly past the the smoke and menthol fumes,
But I am stuck captured in his arms,
A sucker for all his deceiving charms,
And I will never leave his heart,
It is my tortured, self depicting art.