I’m tired

I’m tired of the nightmares and reaccuring dreams,
can’t someone tell me what the hell it all means.
I’m tired of knowing i haven’t met my end,
and of knowing the fact i have no true friends.

My evil subconsiuos is taking control,
someone should seal me in a deep dark hole.
I don’t know why i feel this way,
i just know it gets stronger each and everyday.
The horrors i see each night in my mind,
the reasons for this i still can’t find.
The people i trust i don’t know if i should,
i believe i should be in a box made of wood.
My life is a hell that is made of lies,
the only way it will end is if everyone dies.
I’m tired of the people who think it’s fun to lie to me,
but in the end they’ll roast in hell beside me they will be.
I’m tired of the users and people who’ve betrayed,
and they don’t even know i know i’m being played.
When i look in the mirror i cannot see my face,
but instead i see a demon standing in my place.
A loaded gun i’m looking to find,
so i can leave this world behind.
I’m tired now i’m going to bed
someone will find me with a bullet in my head.

By unforgiven soul

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