Too tired

From spring, the flowers and the sun filled days,
To long, dark nights of tear filled rage,
From smiles and kisses and doctors who know,
To sadness and hell with the pain you don't show.

Awoken again, but too tired to fight,
Not knowing sleep when your up, night after night.
Cursing the demon thats crushing your brain,
With his hot headed tempers again and again.

Pacing and clutching, crying out for rest,
But that fcuking beast, He thinks He knows best,
So suddenly gone, now hes done all He can,
Hes made you feel like you life isn't worth a d amn.

Pick yourself up from a heap on the ground,
Climb the stairs, back to bed, with out making a sound.
Tears of frustration, horror and doom,
While lying away in your dark, quiet room.

If death were to greet me and quietly say,
"Come, take my hand and I'll show you the way."
Then id gladly leave this road of pain,
But knowing I'd never return again.

So life to fight another day,
Isn't that what people say?
Well here I'll be to fight this thing,
Until I've learned to make it sing.