Tired

Ive lived with stress... that I thought I could handle I fought death… and lost the battle I was so battered… but I kept up my resistance And in my mission, each step toward the finish just... increased the distance This is why I begin to end this, fictitious existence Every instant I lived, I’d been fenced in… like convicts in prison - petitioning innocence where is my childhood.. even in infancy I had dreams of things I shouldn’t think- money, abuse, and ways to eat cloud my memories why me? I guess people just hated to like me in spite of the bright things I tried to do for society! I fell to the ground.... they stomped me down lower Over and over… the same problems held my progress back slower You don’t understand how it is when I get angry The rage is remaining but there’s no one here to save me! Tear-soaked flames run down my eye-sockets But time stops it from unlocking 'cause pain will supposedly pass pain is like strain- encaging me enslaving me please explain... why the insides of my brain refrain to be restrained from insanity and pain like rail track lanes for speeding trains I need to be stopped... I’ll never be free from this war... Until death marries me, and life lets me divorce