Tired

I'm tired of keeping my
emotions bottled up inside,
that it cracks so hard
and leaves me broken,

I'm tired of holding back my
thoughts, my words are not meant
to be heard, and the ones you want
to hear are the only words I've spoken.

I'm tired of making friends with glass bottles to ease away the pain,
I'm moving further away from you
I'm on a no-stop train to hell,

I'm tired of watching my dreams fade as you move closer to her, and
I move closer to death, these demons in my body will always, always tell.