"The Value of Worthless"

Sometimes you just get tired of being tired
And sometimes you hear words like
Maybe, its possible, most likely, it might….and it's like
You hear them but you listen even harder
And mommy said once its somebody out there doing worse than me
But see, where you may see this beautiful tree
I most likely see my only ray of sunlight being blocked by leaves
And believe it's somebody out there doing a lot better than me
And telling mommy "well it could be worse, at least I'm not him"
It's dim in my spot light of life
And this dark cloud has so much rain
That I have begin to wear it's wetness as garments
As accessories, it compliments my pain so good
It's the same color as these shoes that no one other than myself dares to walk in
Often I stain the skin of my face with tears
It's here that I dwell
Beneath a rock of sorrow, a shadow of doubt, a taste of the finest misery
Is it me, or is this life
Because sometimes I get sick and tired of being tired
And sometimes, I want to enjoy letting go
I want to find relaxation in the depth of a scream
I want to feel the warmth of wet tears
I want to find the sanity of a morn
And when asked what's wrong
I want to speak…to place my heart on the base of their ears
To hear this pain, this hurt
But my lips refuse to work
My speech is lost for words
And I talk…I lie…I say
"No, I'm okay"
But I'm sick
No cure
Sick and tired of being tired
This is the illness of life

-Cash-