No Clue

Late

It's late and I'm tired, but I don't want to sleep. So here are some things my tired brain is coming up with.

It's pretty dark,

In my mind,

Light is hard to find,

But I don't care,

Memories are there,

And they put me in a snare,

Making me see all the things I don't want,

I don't find it fair,

But my brain doesn't care,

Because it's late,

And this is my mental state,

I'm going to die at this rate,

With the amount of red,

Like colored tears I shed,

It feels better,

It started with curiosity,

The craving got to me,

I couldn't break free,

And I'm alone,

Sinking like a stone,

Unable to dodge what life has thrown,

I can't stop checking my phone,

In hopes someone wants to talk,

And it's never a shock,

There are no messages,

So I'm left on my own,

Sitting on a dark thrown,

Marks not being shown,

I mean people care,

Yet no one can do anything,

And I only feel a slight sting,

Submersing myself in the voices that will never go away,

And will forever stay,

Making me sway,

Using their melodies,

To stall me for a while,

Even make me smile.

We all end up dying,

So why are we trying,

I'm tired of lying,

And I'm sorry,

I've gotten worse,

It's my curse,

You're one of the few that know,

And I'm feeling low,

It's not a show,

And I don't think it'll ever go,

Maybe it's worse then being on death row.

Yep alrighty then. Have a good day or night or week. Progress in life or be the undead. Whatever you want.