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

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