I Am Sick and Tired of Being Sick and Tired
Im sick
And...Im tired
Im sick of getting burned on my side
Because everyone else's burning is set to medium
While mine is set to high
Im sick
And...Im tired
Of seeing memories of me
With a little less ugly self
But a lot more failures and mistakes and just bad history
Im sick
And...Im tired
Of wondering why everything is how it is
Of wondering why Im wired like this
Why?
I still have that voice of my head that tells me to do the dangerous things
Cut a little deeper
Starve a little more
Jump out of the car
Dont wear the belt
Because what happens, happens.
I guess?
Im sick
And...Im tired
Of going to bed angry
And not sure how Im going to wake up
Not sure If I can make it through without an explosion
Not sure If the two sides of me will work together
Or just divide...
But most of all
Im sick
And...Im tired
I wrote this while I was in an extreme depression. All the things I have expressed In here I once felt, but I am thankful to say that I have erased some of those things from my head, although a few remain. I tried my hardest during the bad time, and I made it out alive. I held onto my hope of someday being able to be happy. Being able to find someone that I could love and in return they love me back. I am still searching for this, but I am content with knowing that it will come someday. Patience, because whats worth having is worth waiting for.
And...Im tired
Im sick of getting burned on my side
Because everyone else's burning is set to medium
While mine is set to high
Im sick
And...Im tired
Of seeing memories of me
With a little less ugly self
But a lot more failures and mistakes and just bad history
Im sick
And...Im tired
Of wondering why everything is how it is
Of wondering why Im wired like this
Why?
I still have that voice of my head that tells me to do the dangerous things
Cut a little deeper
Starve a little more
Jump out of the car
Dont wear the belt
Because what happens, happens.
I guess?
Im sick
And...Im tired
Of going to bed angry
And not sure how Im going to wake up
Not sure If I can make it through without an explosion
Not sure If the two sides of me will work together
Or just divide...
But most of all
Im sick
And...Im tired
I wrote this while I was in an extreme depression. All the things I have expressed In here I once felt, but I am thankful to say that I have erased some of those things from my head, although a few remain. I tried my hardest during the bad time, and I made it out alive. I held onto my hope of someday being able to be happy. Being able to find someone that I could love and in return they love me back. I am still searching for this, but I am content with knowing that it will come someday. Patience, because whats worth having is worth waiting for.
22-25, F