I've had it with him.
I've had it with you.
I've had it with myself.
I've had it with life.

I'm tired of him.
Memories like ghosts haunting me
like knives killing me slowly
and there's no way to end them.

I'm tired of you.
All you do is bring me down
discourage and insult me
and I can't stop you.

I'm tired of myself.
I let myself think of you and him
I hurt myself in so many ways
and I can never change.

I'm tired of life.
It seems to hate me
and lash out at me all the time
and I can't stop it.
Or can I?

A/N: Written to the phrase "what in the world am I supposed to do with."