Sitting here.....

I'm tired, so darn tired
I just want to shut down
give into this agony
that has me bond.
 
By myself I long to be
cause that's as far as I can see.
Into my head of many thoughts
I don't want them to stop.
 
I welcome this darkness
and yet I don't know why?
Living with bipolar
seems to somehow keep me alive?
 
I sit here with my grandson
it's quiet and surreal
he's playing internet games
I sit here with him and feel
 
I feel everything, notthing
doesn't matter, I don't care
I just excist here
sitting in my chair
 
So tired, so tired
want to go to bed
turn off my mind
and listen to my head!