Physically, emotionally, mentally drained <br />I pretend to be happy; it’s meant to be changed <br />Feeling bitter now, “women to be blamed” <br />Poor, ugly, shy guys, when do we reign? <br /> <br />Tired body, mind and soul <br />This hand has been played, its time to fold <br />Love is whatever the finder’s told <br />I’ll take that as my sign to go <br /> <br />Never quite asleep, never really awake <br />Waiting to fail, another silly mistake <br />I yearn for sounds to heal this break <br />Does anyone else ever feel his ache? <br /> <br />My imagination is enough; I don’t need to see facts <br />So I feed the addiction, I craving to relax <br />Continually pushing until something in me snaps <br />I fall to my kneecaps, I’m having a relapse.<br /><br />Bilal Raja<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/relapse-4/
