im tired of breathing believing in seeing and sitting
thinking of dreams that won't go on living
im tired of holding onto broken pieces of my
sights my thoughts in seeking that one love thats lost
im tired of this, this withholding we can't let go because
we made the mistake of hearing through our eyes and not seeing with our heart
im tired of feeling different and wrong in ways that hold that stick that sink in my skin
i cant scratch i cant peel i won't scream, i tell myself it'll heal
im tired of hurting of tearing these shrills of that one that can't feel
im tired of being one that holds in hot knives shredding from the inside
i feel sick i feel broken horrid that i've spoken
im tired im done of being that sad one