He was tired

He was tired of the fear
of being so unclear
the fear he new so well
the fear that used to dwell

upon his broken heart
left alone unwithered in the dark
locked up in its own mind
tryin to find the time to rewind

the past and make it real
so that he couldn't feel
the pain he has yet found
trapped up inside his heart it is bound

so dark and hateful times
and now he begins to realize
that he has to find
a reason to be alive

so he takes the gun
puts it up to his head
now the fear is done
no more thoughts because he's dead