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Tired Eyes

So tired of fighting
Don’t feel like writing
Here in the cold of the night
As I sit here and sit 
With my head full of ****
That comes pouring straight out of my life
Like a weight full off lead
Would be better of dead
Cuz the cycle would finally end
No more picking up pieces
Blown up by releases
And things that I cannot defend

And I’m tired
Oh I’m tired
Of the way that I’m wired 
And the sad state of what I’ve become
That I hide behind smiles
Hand crafted denials 
Built to cover the things that I’ve done
But with every day comes 
A more vast growing sum
That fills every night full of dread
So I sit here and sit
With my head full of ****
Here at the side of my bed…

…Jeff Bresee

Copyright © Jeff Bresee | Year Posted 2013

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Donna Jones Date: 1/29/2013 10:05:00 PM Well Jeff we've all been there.. that's why I have a notebook full of crap I've written nobody knows about. There is a talent here though... good writing. If you get too down just look down any street and find someone who needs a friend. Look up at the sky and know we are not alone..happiness..... Login to Reply