The kind of tired sleep can't fix is the kind of tired I know a lot about
Life is easier with breaks, but I can do without
The less I sleep, the more I think
Thoughts rattling through twisted kinks
They say hope floats - for me, it sinks
I say struggling is trying
You say trying is struggling
You urge me to stop
If I said I was okay, I would be lying
I remember writing a poem about how I loved baths
Because they're comforting, and you aren't
Now we are on separate paths
Maybe that was heaven sent
Though I'm not sure where my heart went
I did not eat, I hardly slept
for many, many days
Miserable, I wept and wept
and drenched my pillow case
I was so pained, but now I see
Without you, I am more me
Now I guard my soul cautiously
I cannot afford to be carefree
If I give my heart away again
And it feels any worse than this
A full breath would be too hard to win
And maybe I would cut my wrists
Because I mean, I've thought about it
I'm certainly not a sadist
But depression is a black pit
And love will lead you by the hand to it
I'd stare at the ceiling bleeding out
And probably think of you
And with my last breath, I'd curse myself
For knowing our love, though intense,
wasn't completely true.