Tired of fights and fighting, tired of struggling, tired of wanting, tired of needing, tired of constantly occupying the hell scape of a brain I have just, just TIRED
I feel like left overs getting a little more stale everyday I'm in the fridge and when I'm taken out its lack luster and fleeting, and when put back the doom sets in knowing the bacteria and spores let in will slowly create something in my little Tupperware dish and smother me till I am some day in future thrown out cuz aint nobody eating that moldy ass pasta.