I’ve decided to be happy. Happy I am. Happy without your Tierney, just all around happy.
Yep, that’s me.
I’m tired.
Tired of being alone.
Tired of being used.
Tired of all of hell breaking loose.
Tired of fixin’ toilets that won’t flush.
Tired of throwing closet doors out doors ’cause they won’t work.
Tired of hangin’ my own damn pictures.
Tired of patching holes in walls.
Tired of pullin’ nails from my hardwood floors.
Tired of the weight of the world fallin’ in on me.
Tired of goin’ to the corner store to pee.
Tired of all the well to do’s.
Tired of all the bullshit that walks.
Tired of all the mindless TV.
Tired of all the shit that swirls.
Tired of taking time to try and find peace.
Tired of it all fuckin’ with me.
Tired of all the fake, and I’ll leave it at that.
I need a vacation, it’s plain to see.
Side note: If it weren’t illegal, I’d smoke some weed.
In vain
I try
To crawl
From beneath
The rock
That you
Have placed
Upon me
My bones
Are crushed
Form imprints
In dust
Freedom may
Be a
Frame of
Mind but
In my
Life it’s
A place
I’m buried
With no
Way out
No one
Can see
My filthy
Hand that
Reaches out
To be
Completely free.