I am sick of talking in metaphors.
I am tired of leaving out the broad details
Its time to say it how it is.
I am homeless again. Sleeping on a couch.
Everything I own inside an Adidas bag.
I work my hands to the bone.
Time and time again.
Just to be casted out.
I guess I am better without.
Do or die. Sometimes I plan to try.
To come up with a way
To make death look like an accident.
I am cold and alone. Freezing in the snow.
The nights I spent sleeping in my truck
In the febuary winter weather.
How do I gather my life together.
No more tools witch means no more work.
No more instruments means no more music.
No more anything besides work uniforms
A phone and a letter I should now burn.
What have I learned?
That my family lost trust in me.
Adopted a new kid. A younger child.
In hopes he won't be like me.
So here I sit as I contemplate to slit
Shit. Give me a reasons not to rip
My skin I mean it's my skin
Why not lick my own blood
To return to my senses.
I hate life.
Her ways can't be trusted.
Alone in the dark.
My mind is restless
Depressed and overstressed
Sorry I'll admit I am a mess.
Its easy to accept change when chose it.
Regardless I am to mentally frail to set sail.
Out of meds. out of love.
Out of my mind.
Where will life draw the line. I am empty
The bottom line.
Destroy me more. Take my breath.
Relive me of this stress.
I am done. I now know I'll never be somone
But this. This mess that I am.
Far out!
I hate life.
Her ways can't be trusted.
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
*speechless* i was lost in
*speechless* i was lost in it.. amazing work :)