I'm tired of living a lie.

Tired of feeling like I wanna die.

Tired of chasing Tylenol with Coke and rum.

Tired of having to beg J. to get me some.

Tired of taking so many pills.

Tired of people promising to help with the bills.

Then, when the bills come, everyone's gone.

Tired of lying awake worrying until dawn.

Tired of Tony doing heroin.

Watching him stick the needle in his arm again.

Tired of everyone I know going to jail.

Tired of only buying stuff when it's on sale.

Tired of having no food to eat.

Tired of having holes in my shoes and cold feet.

Tired of the land lord threatening to kick me out.

Tired of wondering what the hell life is about.

Tired of being on the run.

Tired of not having any fun.

Tired of it either snowing or raining.

Tired of people telling me to quit complaining.

But as I end this stupid letter

I'm still hoping that some day

things will get better.