I am afraid to speak,
But I cannot hide.
Called a freak,
From my broken stride.
Waking up to crying,
And going to sleep with drinkers.
I'm fucking trying,
But there are only warning blinkers.
The drinking,
Is killing.
It's stinking,
The yelling.
I can't fucking win,
Because of my broken mind,
That's causing me to sin,
And lose instead of find.
I'm losing,
And falling in sorrow.
I'm bruising,
In a cardiac borough.
But I'm used to this.
So I'll do fine.
At least it's something I won't miss.
But sadly it's mine.
Just give me time,
And it'll be over.
I'll be this happy mime,
Looking for a four leaf clover.
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PoetryThis is a book of poems made from my imagination and passions. I hope some of you can enjoy the passions and ideas that have birthed themselves onto paper and were transcribed here. Enjoy! Bye Bye! Highest ranking: 964 #27 on #pray #35 on #think
