I don't think sleep can fix it,
This kind of tired, there's my heart-beat,
Telling me I have to replace the pain with more pain,
I want to see all the cuts in my arms again.
I'm so tired I could fly, through the sky,
Looking at your eyes.
With my dead Body, eyes still wide opened,
Looking though your soul, trying to hold on,
I want to die, but I'm tired, just of life
Tired.
Maxx
[If you relate to this stuff, please ask for help, you're nit alone.]
