The price they cost

I feel hurt
and sometimes want to strike out
and tired
perpetually tired
and I don't give a damn about
the things I used to
I'm tired of all the worst coming true
about you
and about so many other things too
It's like living in a nightmare land
such little things
grow into monstrous dreams, out of hand
and nothing is right
in my whole world anymore
my insecurities
are in the open... and I don't care
I'm much too tired
and hurt...and used...and lost
and all things
are much too dear... in the price they cost.

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