How can you run from a problem when the person you run to is the problem

Losing Hope
Losing Trust
Losing Faith
Losing Lust

Just shoot me in the head for I have done what I can

Miss You
written in scared red

Dreamless
Endless
Hopeless
Useless
Night

Call this a gift? Its more like a curse

Heat is now my enemy

Heavy eyes
Endless yawning
Wish for sleep
cursed not to

No Moon
No Stars
No Dreams
No Sleep
No Hope

† If you would jump infront of a bullet for me could you do me a favor and shoot me instead †