Tired

The dawns make me tired
I'm sleepless and wired
I hide in the silence
And rot
New books lie untouched
One day's just too much
The time is a thing I forgot

I don't want to stay.
No, I don't want to leave -
For today this white room
Is enough.
These heavy clothes weigh
On my skin, which looks grey
And for once, I'm too small to act tough.

Getting dressed is too slow
And its only for show -
All those Little Things aren't  going to give.
Whilst the sane one you knew -
The Practical you
Isn't saying 'It's time,
Go and live.'

Though your life is still yours
There hang locks on the doors
And you won't leave the house for a week.
So you smoke yourself stale,
Wait and shiver
Feel frail
Only open your mouth to feel weak.