Tired Of My Demons Poem by Alejandro Velez

im tired nothing goes right
im tired everything is going to hell.
Looks like everybodys got this sickness that wrongs up more and more life.
I seek for help but no one is there
i seek for pride and pain gets in the way
i want misery to end
i pray misery to end
i beg misery to end
but good nature is not born in it.
i want a place where i can lose myself
where i can get peace
where no one is there to ruin everything i miss.
a place where u are not away
a place where fights end humanly
a place where man kind cant get its bad nature out
a place where serenity reigns my mind
when the judge of people falls of my head like rage.
Where im not sick
where i dont have to pray to live but only to be safe.
Where i dont have huge expectaions cause theyre not needed.