Simply Tired Poem by Justin Evett

Im tired.
Tired of all the lies and pain for nothing.
I don't understand why it has to go on like it has,
suffering for nothing, aggony for anguish.
It seems to be repetative, absence of light,
heavy metal drowning the memories of her.
Many old friends replaced with new ones,
becoming close friends with Jack Daniels.
A problems been accuring, the effects fade,
music turned louder, bottle numbers increasing.
Im just...Tired.