Can't you see i'm tired...pt 1

can't you see i'm tired...
i've been dragging my sorrows in a brown paper bag
but the bag ain't strong enough to keep them in.
They keep falling through a hole that i can't sew back up.
maybe i don't want to sew it back up.
Can't you see I'm tired of carying this bag.
it got so heavy and my shoulder feel like its breaking.

but...maybe its cuz of the floor...thats where
i've been resting my body these nights.
bed too big ... bed too cold.
have dreams i scream to get out of.
can't even escape there.
mind can't rest...tryna to make sense of these damn sorrows.
Them sorrows in my bag.
just can't make out the power they have over me.
they're so heavy...that hole is getting bigger.
Bag not strong enough.
shit.... hole ain't big enough.

Can't you see im tired.
its been years since i last felt any sense of mental peace.
the ramblings... ever been in a room alone and feeling like
your mind getting ready to explode cuz it wont leave you be ?
thats them sorrows.
pulling and tugging at the core of of every string of your being.
not letting go for one second. One fucking second.
them sorrows torture you in your dreams... they laugh, they mock
they tug, they pull...make you scream yourself out of your dream.
heart beats fast, eyes wont stop moving, looking around, making sure
you still where you left your conscious... cuz that fucking dream dun scared
you so much you don't want to go there no more... them sorrows...
bags getting heavy.... how much more can it hold before it splits
completely open, leaving me to deal with the shit i spilled.

open your eyes to heal thyself.
Peace and Understanding
Aaza