lazy sunday.

i hate when i have too much time on my hands.
i think too much and the mind lingers...
i'll get hurt all over again and i'll hurt the people around me.

just last night before sleep,
i kept asking myself, are you proud of me?

i think im going crazy but i refuse to acknowledge my pain.
i don't wish for another tomorrow. i don't want another day.
i'll sleep now, and hopefully, i'll wake up in a paradise.



sometimes i cry so hard from pleading
so sick and tired of all the needless beating

but baby when they knock you Down and out
it's where you oughta stay