I am tired,
I am weak,
I don’t want to live
For there’s nothing more for me to seek.

I am finished,
I am through,
I’m sick of living lies
And believing you.

I am tattered,
I am worn,
I refuse to push on threw
For there’s no room in a heart that’s torn.

I am sick,
I am done,
I will end it soon
For I know my sadness has only begun