Another year alive, another year depressed

It's coming it's coming!!

Another year passed right by me.

Nothing changed...


I'm still alive, but I don't feel like I am.

I'm dead inside.

Going through the motions.

Get up, go to work, get home, drink...











I thought I would have found that certain somebody

The one to love me and for me to love

The one to heal my heart

The one for me to see beauty again


But no...she doesn't exist


My confidence is lower than my IQ

I drink to forget, but I always wake up remembering

I scream to get rid of the fear, but it's always behind me


Another year


I'm another year older soon,

I didn't want to be here after I lost them

I just want to see their faces again


I want to be a burden no longer

Not enough Rum, never enough Beer


Cocaine, marijuana, heroin, alcohol

I've taken enough to kill 100 men

But I'm still here




So I can be tormented?

Why am I here?

What is the point of my existence?



I must have answers, but who do I ask?






So I left his life to himself

He has forsaken me

He is dead to me


Another year


And all I wanted was to be TRULY happy


Just for a mere second

If I died after that single second of true happiness


No regrets


But alas, it is not meant to be

Misery is my wife, Hatred is my blood, Anger is my soul


In the end, does any of it really matter?










No. It doesn't




Eventually you are FRGTN






I just want hapiness, just a bit of it...please?

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I am still alive. I found a new home. Thanks for reading, my idea of poetry. I appreciate any feedback...thanks




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