came home, dropped into the chair
into the walls white i stare
it happened again, my endless curse
life got better, only to turn for the worse
my job was lost due to luck
where can i go? nobody seems to give a fuck
every time i try to move on, get better
i get knocked down, i don't matter
there will always be another dead end job
another one to lose, to come home and sob
I've lived this life in these years
gave up along time ago wasting tears
when will it all end? when will i get my break?
I'm so tired, burnt out on that stake
sick of the searching, looking for love
sick of the searching, for help from above
cynical and harsh, pushing everyone away
making my hole deeper, how much further can i dig?
I'm so sick of the searching for answers
waiting for the good life on that silver platter
want ads, here i come again
to play on my life's never ending game
Well, good poem. What's the "Fuck" word needed?
Just kidding. Good poem. But I still got the question
Have a nice and beautiful life!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
~My Best Wishes~
:)