Stained

Tired of the pain

Tired of the rain

That drenched my sheets late at night

Tired of the fight

Tired of the light that shines in my face so bright 

Tired of being nice

Tired of the advice

I just want to stop paying the price 

For poor judgement and bad choices

That haunt me constantly like horror voices

Tired of the hurt

Tired of the dirt

That stained my clothes, my mind and my heart

Tired of the pain 

Tired of the rain

That left me stained