Fed up with sorrow
Fed up with fear
Fed up with darkness and phantoms near
Fed up with hurting
Fed up with guilt
And my heart which can't be rebuilt
Fed up with scars
Fed up with knives
Fed up with loved ones risking their lives
Fed up with hatred
Fed up with hiding
Just want to sit here and do more writing
Fed up with betrayal
Fed up with loss
Opening up has to come with a cost
Fed up with fighting
Fed up with grief
Hoping that one day I'm faced with relief.