TIRED

I'm not gonna fight...
I'm not gonna struggle,
Not even argue...
I give you my religion, an my politics too
If I ever had any or if I ever, even for an instant, could comprehend... if I ever knew somthing
I'm in the middle and a bit to the left if you turn your world upside down
To the left of my tree,
To the right of my wrongs,
Opposite myself,
Aligned, yet distorted
Alive, yet disoriented
I'm done being me,
I'm done being what you want me to be
You can conquer , you've defeated
I gave in, but you, you did not win...
What you see on my surface, is what you'll find underneath
I've stopped sensing, I've ceased breathing ... I no loger care
I died, I let you kill me...
And died again
But I'm standing, motionless, fearless, numb, absurd, derailed...
I'm lost... and no longer care
I've left all my books
I've leaked every word
I've bled all my thoughts
And you took over my world
I'm not gonna fight...
I'm not gonna struggle,
Not even argue...
I don't even care.