I'm. Tired.

Tired of being worried about what people think
Exhausted from searching for their approval,
For it doesn't mean anything.
Changing yourself so people like what isn't you.

It saddens me that we do this.
For there is no alternative for most of us.

We can't tell the others.
Because the pity parties makes you seem frail.
And with many of us.
We lose the very thing that makes us who we are and our happiness with it

Though, through all the complications and degradations,
We tend to be dependent on them.
Desperate for another's company.
It affects you in such a way you make terrible decisions,
In fear of losing your future traitor - I mean friend.

I know you'd say I'm lying.
But deep down you know the truth.
At least, maybe in the future.
You'll forget about this and learn to find yourself...maybe even love yourself

Everyone's asleep.
The silence keeping me company.

Deep in my thoughts,
Almost lost myself

2 hours.
I've just been idling.
Regretting and reminiscing

I Remembered you.
My heart skipped a beat.
I've noticed what we had was fire
So it was basically heat

Can't sleep.
I'm paranoid
I hear sirens ringing
I'm getting annoyed

Still alive... Well, if you could call it that
Feeling my body fade away,
As it slowly dissipates.
Into the outskirts of morning

I'm trying...trying not lose myself

I stagger to the window.
Looking for hope.
Not even a glimmer of light.
Like the sun hung itself with a rope

Then,
Just after my hope came to a loss,
The dark became the boss

I walked the plank,
I was gone.
Battled with my mind,