Turn down those lights please
And turn off the music.
My head echoes the empty.
Pain(t) cracks and peels off these grey walls.
I knocked over my bucket of hope yesterday
When I fell over my own uncertainties.
Lately the WELCOME mat has been missing
Me from it.
This bed won't let me sleep
At least I don't get the misleading mirage of dreams.
When did breathing get so hard?
*I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired.