uncried tears

I’m tired of tomorrow

and the present that it bred

as I count the hours of sleepless nights

I spent awake instead

I’ve been falling down and blaming cats

for mental insecurities

I chose to have instead of work

and now I pay the price

addiction chokes my mental health

the twin of my disease,

I suspend my superstitions

from the brink of my beliefs

and the bitter taste of uncried tears

runs down these cheeks of gold

I grow sick of what I never had

When all I had was love