Tired

I'm so tired

It's so hard to see

I hate it

This destruction of me


My daily struggles

Are now my battles

I'm so weary

Of the fighting I can't handle


I cannot take care of myself

All I wanted was to give my help

When I'm through only time will tell

If I'm lucky I won't go to hell


I feel so dead

So empty inside

I've finally realized

To control my own mind


I searched the ground

But come up broke

It can't be found 

Happiness is a Joke


To be perfect

Is to be a god

In my life 

I've learned that god's we are not


I cannot take care of myself

All I wanted was to give my help

When I'm through only time will tell

If I'm lucky I won't go to hell


Be kind to your fellow man

Take the time just to hold their hand

Deliver them from the grips of hell

In time you will save yourself


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