It's just a walk
Its just a rope
Just another attempt that will fail
Just another attempt that might workSome people have all the luck.
Able to leave this horrible place in one clean swipe.
And then there's us every attempt failed. Every rope broke.
Every pill detoxed.
Every car stopped too Soon.
Every chamber emptied.
Every "thug" too much of pussy to pull the trigger.
Every doctor to Damn concerned.
So then what makes us so fucking bad that we have to suffer while others get set free?
Why does death toy with us while life gets a life from the pain we endure?
Why can't we just go?
YOU ARE READING
Given up
PoetryBetween old memories and a depressive state of mind. with triggering songs composing every poem comes giving up.