I’m tired of laying awake from you. I’m tired of being second-rate. I’m tired of seeing losers win and winners lose. I’m tired of hearing that wicked people are religious. I’m tired of the stories that justice is served. It’s often too little too late. I’m tired of women s**-objects abusing male instinct, and then blaming them for it. I’m tired of music. It doesn’t help anymore. I am most of all tired of the fact that I’m getting tired to do anything about shoving my middle finger so high that everyone can see for miles. I’m tiring and less motivated to fight the darkness and evil that consumes me. I’m most hurt by the fact that I wanted you to be the one- and you aren’t. You’re gone. You’re not the angel I hoped for. You’re not the one I need. You’re no longer beautiful to me, and beauty in and of itself is not beautiful. You have no humility. You lie through your teeth and that is the worst part about it. You have lost faith in people, in me. I feel better, but I would rather tell you. The problem is you wouldn’t care. The hell within you didn’t even bother to love the father of her child. You don’t love anybody- maybe you love you- but it isn’t clear. You hide. You know what- I may be a lot of things, but I’m not afraid of much anymore. All I wanted was for you to f****** come out from behind cover so we could verbally tear each other apart. You are just another valuing lies over the truth. It’s comforting to you. Well I guess I throw my s*** out there to see what sticks. Are you really going to blame me for trying to get the truth out of you? It’s all I wanted. You’re just an actor. I hope your fairytale turns out. Sadly I don’t care to hear how it ends anymore. Just never got the chance to get the truth. Never that.