A tired senttry

This is no longer The place I belong to This is no longer The life I want to live These are no longer The things I can endure When I surrender dormant To the waves of crushing pain I see nothing but red mails Scorching my eyes Cruel images from a distant past Miscarriage of dreams My torment and agony And when I reach out For a bit of mental hope I find nothing but repulsive Stains of hollowness I wave a snowy white flag Sore sentry over the scars Left by each and every one Of my magnificent mistakes This is no longer A place I belong to This is no longer A life I want to live These are no longer The things I can endure