the fight is too much, can't take any medications, allergic to them all every day, day in , day out is a struggle, now I am tired and theres no use. Will love always elude me? Am I doomed to always weep? If this is all there is to life, Then all of it you can keep. I’m tired of thinking positive, Of keeping up the fight. I’m tired of always trying hard, When things just don’t go right. I’m tired of continuing to pretend, That I’m all tough and stout. I’m tired of trying to recall, What happiness is all about. Time after time, I ask myself, Why should I even try? For every time I say hello, I always hear good-bye. It’s almost time to write the final page, To pen the final rhyme. My ragged story should end tonight, Oh yes, I think it’s time.