I get tired of climbing up and out.
Just to get back to where I fell in.
To just lye here all wore out.
My nerves are shot and my patience's getting thin.
Dusting off and moving on.
Just how many times until I'm gone?
The weight of the day is wearing me down.
My eyes are tired from wearing a frown.
The sun is out of commision.
Covered up with indecision.
No one or where to turn to now.
Sadness, the answer to how.
Getting tired of asking why.
Don't want to die. Don't want to cry. Don't want to try.
Just waiting for the end to come.
So I can welcome being numb.
Copyright © Leslie Albright | Year Posted 2014
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