Beat..

Beat..Beat..Beat

The metronome in my chest continues steadily as i rest my heavy eyelids

I'm tired

So tired.

But whats new

My life is like a tragedy written by Shakespeare

Like the grief of a life taken too soon

My life is a puzzle with pieces that don't fit

All the thoughts in my head constantly colliding with each other leaving my heart heavy and my soul torn.

Sometimes I fight them..

The demons that desire my presence on Earth to become not existent

Sometimes.. I win and other times I lose, the loses driving daggers into my chest.

Ripping my entire essence into a bloody mass of everything and nothing.

Every battle I become stronger..

But I give a little of myself away..and that makes me weak.

That weakness

It eats away at me

Constantly reminding me of its existence

Of my memories..

Scars..

Pain..

I'm Tired.

So Tired.

Beat..

Beat..

Beat...