I'm ill, I'm feeble
Cos I am down
With the fatigue syndrome

I cannot even count with my bare hands
For the times I've waited
Has stretched beyond what I can count
Disillusionment of giving so many shots
At something I'm still hoping to achieve

Dragged down with worry
I feel the toll of age and time
To say I'm only nineteen
Seems a big lie to the world

To wait for someone is a good thing
Because you can give love
And expect love in return
What a manipulative deception
I've only found perplexity
And some anger burns within

In the end I walked so far
My feet, weary with grime and dirt
Just to hear repeated excuses of
Oversleeping and poor time management
Not even a message of reassurance
To give me a glimpse of hope

Do you know,
A little initiative can mitigate
The anger and hurt inside
So many times
So long
So little left to sacrifice, now

I'm walking away now, I really am. I wish I could say I tried my best and at least something good came out of it. I'm defeated, and somewhat abhorred. I demand the old me back, I yearn for a more beautiful sunrise, because I'm prepared to give life up.