Red, all I see is red I am sick of seeing red Just like I am sick Of being sick

I am tired of not beinh able to do things For the effects it may bring The pain in which i will writh The fall and the rise my certain demise

I am done with the demons inside Leave me I swear I double dog dare I want you to leave To not inhabit me

I am sick of the pain In my body and my brain In the way I speak my mind And the things I’ve left behind

I am tired of the late nights Where I can not sleep And the mornings I am exhausted for previous nights feats

I am done with my body And all the pain it causes I am so sick of being sick Mentally and physically And I wish it would all get better

I know I have it better than some And I should not run but its hard some days And today I am just done

Right now it hurts to sit To breathe To eat To move It hurts to live Is that how it is for you

I don’t mean I can’t mentally do things Though that is sometimes my struggle I mean my body is tired Done with the weight and the trouble

It will be ok I will be ok I always am I always have been

It will get better It always does But for now I write through pain Because when it comes to help Thats what does