I didn't know the feeling of being tired until now;
I know my destination, the light at the end of the tunnel, like everyone else.
but I have a bit of a situation, mine hasn't shown itself.
It's dark and quiet, lonely and cold the only dreams I get aren't dreamy at all.
What is their to hope for when you've been stuck in a deep hole for as long as you've known?
I can keep telling myself what could happen, that I can get out on my own.
I'm weak,
starving,
it's funny,
not like a joke,
It's a lie,
I know.
So enjoy you're carelessness, enjoy the people around you. because in a second, without making any wrongs the people around you could turn into a rough river that leads nowhere but away from yourself and anything you've ever, ever, known.
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