Tired

Oh I am tired, yet sleep eludes me,
The hole in my heart is getting bigger,
Growing, swelling, burning, aching.
Hold my hands they are cold and shaky,
As are my insides, everything is quaking,
But it seems that no one cares.

I’m sick of this place, sick of swimming upstream,
Getting colder, feeling sicker, losing steam.
I’ve taken a beating, the damage has been done
I never thought I would feel this way,
My bones ache and my heart slowly breaks,
I want to curl up and die, just give up inside.

There’s a hole in my chest, a black expanse inside me,
My heart isn’t with me anymore.
It belongs to one now, it’s belonged to many, it doesn’t matter now,
Cause I don’t have it anymore, it’s just not there.
But maybe I don’t want it back,
Cause I know where it’s been.

They say “The Good Die Young” it’s no wonder they do.
This world is a poison.
Dead in our graves, what will our tombstones say?
Does anyone really know me?
When my funeral comes,
Will the ones who claim to love me be there?

I have dark dreams of a deserted funeral parlor,
Candles burn faintly,
Lighting the path left-unraveled that leads to my coffin,
Not a single soul has missed my going, yet I anticipated no one coming.