Tired Minds

I once had a talent see.
There was something more to me.
How did I amount to be
The person that I am?
There was once some fun in life.
Not that now, life isn't nice.
Not that I'm overwhelmed with strife,
But I have lost myself.

My body is young and beautiful.
But inside the mind beyond my skull,
Everything's out of control;
And life has become death.
So as I sit here day by day,
Simply withering away,
I thought of things I'd like to say
About the way I feel.

You see I do not want to move.
I sit all day inside my room.
I stay inside a dirty ruin
Of what was once my life.
There are many people I hold dear.
Hurting them,I do fear.
But I know like memory I'll disappear.
For life is simply whisps of time.

I am young, but I a dieing.
I feel it in my body, as I'm lying.
I have no energy to bother trying
For my mind is aged and makes my body tired.
As I stare up at a ceiling,
Everything is unappealing.
This has left my mind reeling.
I don't know what's left for me.

So I wrote my first in quite a while,
And added this to a secret pile;
That can be found through times and miles.
Stories of many different men.
Men who've done the same as me.
Who can not scream and do not bleed.
And from our words others will feed
Their slowly breaking hearts.

Men that throughout history,
Were considered crazy,
And considered "junkies."
But have simply lost their will.
Will I be like one of those,
Who through their torment and their woes;
And through their stories and their shows;
Have awed and shocked the world?