Tired of Being Me

Tired of being me



Seclusion.

Illusion, and

Delusion.

I am here.

Yet I am there.

I am no where.

Nothing to see.

Nothing to be.

Tired of being me.

So here I sit.

Beer in hand.

Nothing left.

My will is gone.

Sip, sip, sip.

Fuleing the machine.

Another beer.

Another day.

Is this all,

All that is me?

Why do I care?

Why do I breath.

So sick and tired.

Tired of being me.



09/13/08

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