I feel so tired, but cannot sleep.

I'm so tired. But I can't sleep without you.

Because you are killing me.
Sliding your way into my thoughts.
Into my nightmares and killing my dreams.

You tell me your lies,
And I cannot replace
The words that you tell me
With feelings of grace.
I'm sick of the pain
And your beautiful face.
I want to just run
And Just go... To escape.

I am sick of being ignored
Sick of being told what to do.
You can't deal with my pain
Because I'm just sick of you.

I won't go away, I won't hurt somewhere else, because you need to see pain and to see what I felt.

You need to see how I'm sick
Sick from disease. Disease from who?
Disease from you.

I'm sick of being ignored
And brushed off like dust
On the shelf of the hoard.

The hoard of afflicted, the sick, and the weak.
All victims of your seed.

So I'm sick if being under appreciated for the love that I show.
I will reap what I sow, get back what you owe. I'm canceling your favorite show. We've pulled the plug, we've closed the curtain. Now drink deep this cup of poison and drag a blade right through your veins and say goodbye.