I'm tired.

I'm lying here,
On the floor.
My Demons and fears,
Are at the door.

My hopes and dreams,
Have left my head.
My tears and screams,
Tell me I'm dead.

The laughter,
Of a mad man,
Echoes through my brain.

The last thoughts,
Of a dying man,
Remind me of pain.

I can't play your stupid games.
I can't follow your stupid rules.
I can't live your stupid lies.
I can't take your stupid fools.

Why am I still doing this?
It's not like anyone needs me.
They just want me,
And I guess that's why I'm still alive.
I wish I didn't have to though.
Sometimes I wish that truly no one loved me.
So I wouldn't have to keep going.
So I could actually decide.
If I wanted to.