Tired Of It All | Built Up Emotion That Rhyme

 

I couldn't sleep. Not sure if it's the clash of thoughts in my head,

Or was it the pill I took, or something different instead?

It's been a few minutes, yet it feels too long.

Stuck in a loop, playing the same old sad song.

Trapped in a prison of my own body with nowhere to go.

Locked in with no door or key, just a damn bleeding window.

I say that it's okay, that I'll be fine. It doesn't hurt that much.

Don't worry; it's only when I breathe that I feel as such.

Constantly fighting in this prolonged battle, pretending to be tough.

Wondering when I'll throw the towel because I've really had enough.

I try to convince myself that it will be better tomorrow, and tomorrow becomes years.

I was left there holding my breath, with scars, sorrow, and a river of dried-out tears.

It's such a battle to focus on; I'm unsure how to explain it.

Words seem to escape me, left with chaos rotting in my brain.

I attempt to find an outlet, some way to cope and push by.

To no use; Before I get started, I give up before I even try.