Grown tired...
This mess of me
A misery so vast...
And it's defined by grief
The story it read
Of nothing unique...
A tragic sorrow
A future so bleak...
A search for meaning
Of pleasures unknown
To feel something else
But dead and alone
A search so endless
No cure to be known
To feel something else
But dead and alone
Retired
Lay me to sleep
Feeling so down
It's like a wave of defeat
The weight we carry
The secrets we keep
A burden so heavy
A drowning so deep