I am really getting tired,
of this thing called life,
Everything always happens to me,
Most things I do not like.

First I lose my grandma,
Then my uncle, and two friends,
All in the last three months
All four with god and friends.

I'm really getting tired,
Of this thing call life,
Only filled with pain and sorrow,
And a lot of heartbreak.

I am tired losing everything,
And everyone I love.
I am getting tired of it all,
And the "thoughts" are back again.

I try to hold back it all,
I don't ever cry in public,
No matter how much it hurts,
But I don't like to show emotions.

The only time I cry,
Is when I sit in a room alone,
When I have some time to think.

I keep the thoughts all to my self,
Whether good or bad,
And I will never tell anyone,
Some of the thoughts that are in my head.