So close to the edge,
contemplating my next move...
Pointless
Hallow and empty...
Not Okay
You asked if I was okay...
This poem is about being diagnosed with...
I grabbed my keys, filled up my tank
And drove to the ends of the Earth today...
I look into the mirror
At the nothing I've become...
I block your face out of my mind but you don't go...
i cant stand the way you look at me with that fake...
Maybe life never meant to fail you,
But there was always someone else to let you down...
Stark night, full moon and loneliness
Through my window the night bleeds...
The dead, they walk straight towards the gallows
They wait their fate among the rest...
My tongue is playing games with me,
she slips by and I can't make the words anymore...
The drops drips closer due to falling rain
but today its not the antidote to pain...