A breather is needed before I unravel
Feels like an axe ripped open my chest
And my heart is free falling to gravel
I can't catch it - too busy thinking of what will come next
I'm tired, not dead
But dead might be the next stop
If I don't train myself to forget what you said
A gun's in my hand, I imagine the pop
Not dead, but dead tired
Blankets pulled up over my head
Chemicals, emotions, and memories conspired
Now I wouldn't mind spending a few weeks in bed
It's a pain to try and forget the things you can't help but remember
Maybe it'd help if I started taking my meds
I plan to be better for the snow in December
Because I'm just tired, not dead