I am weary of you, I am tired too
Something with time, a tiff maybe?
Its negligible in your eyes
But I see the smoke, I feel the burns
I take the hits, and I pass the storm
Its a hut, of memories, stashed together
But I live here, revisiting them, memorising them
A blueprint in my mind
A gentle caress against the brutal waiting
Its not easy being me, I say it now
I do not know my limits and yet I never break.