After all this time . .
And after all the past,
I thought I’d put behind me, for good,
There is still a sadness that’s rots within me
It does not weigh on my chest, as it used to, recently; only a couple months ago, but . .
It has been there, when I stop to think . .
I wish I could let this go. I want to move on,
I’m tired of being sad and more than anything I’m sick of being tired, and tired of being sick.
It’s growing old, it’s so boring, there’s nothing in this cruel world for me anymore, I want to leave this place, I have grown so tired of fighting the feeling off only for it to return stronger than it ever felt before . .




















