A lost cause
without a thought...
You whisper "just one more glass"
As you pour yourself some more...
While standing here calmly
My skin, it is crawling...
Walking through the night, dark and alone
No one around and nothing to see...
If I died would you miss me?
If I died would you care...
I lie to my self
and everyone around me...
I am a poet writing of my pain.
I am a person living a life of shame...
I came across the thing called...
Im living a life going nowhere fast
Riding in a car ready to crash...
The knives are ripping,
clawing pain...
Walking down this broken road,
The cracked pavement hurts my bare feet...
I wonder if I can fly,
off that bridge or these stairs...