Tired & Awake

Tired & Awake

By: Tyler Ross

Replacement,

abandoned from an early age,

you selectively gave, but took a lot.

I hate you.

You dished hypocrisy for breakfast,

lunch and dinner.

Dessert?

A sour glass of tears,

I traded for insecurities and fear.

Trying,

that action which seems easier some days

than the rest.

Mentally damaged 

when those I love or care for

choose someone or some thing over me.

Hang ups,

Fuck you!

I didn’t even shower today.

I barely ate and my mind won’t let up.

Please end this.

Its torture inside and the communication tower

is falling down.

No signal.

Are you really gonna start to love me 

when I’m not around?

Again, 

today I am down.

Feeling like wasted space.