Don't have a choice, but to wake up.
Don't have a choice , but to stumble upon the chaos.
Expectation is a hollow pill, and
Hope is a mere star.

Don't have a choice, but to get soaked in tears.
Don't have a choice, but to inculpate myself.
Trust is a torn up stitch, and
Lying is the new truth.

My eyes glimmer softly.
Tired of darkness and counting days.
Once was a fighter, now wants to let go.
It is evident as a bright day,
That my soul is worn out.

-peachesandcherries.