Tired of being me

Sick and tired of being me
wish there was someone else I could be

Tired of fighting to live
tired of abusers I have to forgive

My mind can’t think straight
not sure if I will make it to the heavenly gate

I can’t help but think I am bad
and I am just so very sad

The images still haunt me
not sure how to feel

Why does things have to be this way?
Why are things so hard for me to say?

Confusion sets in and I can’t think
thoughts are gone before I blink

The frustrated is beyond belief
a lost childhood makes me grieve

One day I hope it will be easier
that is for sure

It’s just so hard to cope
and not to give up hope

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