I'm STILL tired!

My head is tired and my body aches, I can't take another day that I have to fake,

Fake this happy facade I portray, acting like I'm toubleless for one more day.

Sad and confused about my own existence, looking at myself and seeing all my resentment.

I can't let go of the past that stings, and I'm too pesimistic to see what the future brings.

I'm too weakened by my pain to stand up on my own, I try to escape by hiding in my mind's little home.

I can't get up from this hole in the ground, I'm looking for an answer, but nothing yet is found.

I'm deaf to the facts you are telling me so clear, and your fake support I just don't want to hear.

But thank you for trying, and not giving up on me, I hate to destroy the image of my life and show what I've truly come to be.

I'm tired of racing myself to win, I'm so tried of killing myself to be thin.

Each day I am here, or rather each day I survive, I'm dead a little more and strive to get by.

At night when I sleep I go to a place, a place that keeps me calm, and this place makes me safe.

I hope my dreams will leave me here, keeping me from myself and away from my fears.

I can't talk to anyone for I don't know where to begin, for eachday I'm starving away all my sins...