Devils Sake.

Life has a way of crushing the soul,
the older we get the more we know.
It never halts, or takes a break,
But screws us up for the devils sake.

The End.

I’m tired;
tired of the lies, the façade,
the ugly mask you wear.
I’m tired of the egg shells
that dig deep into my soles,
and the words that
rip holes in my soul.
I’m tired.
Tired of the emptiness,
the constant flow of
Negativity,
that slams into me
leaving unseen scars,
leaving me empty.
I’m tired.
So tired.