Another week and nothing new you spit in my face last time I saw you my life is really starting to feel like a cell and you knoe this town can feel alot like hell I'm sick of myself and I'm sick of the rest when did everything become such a test? another week I really don't care I say I love you but your not there i wish I could get away maybe for a while pick myself up and re-learn how to smile another night sleeping on the floor I don't care about the day before liquor makes all the problems numb you think they're gone but back around they come all these issues screaming in my head every now and again life sucks so much you wish you were dead everything is so heavy I ca't compete fuck everything else for now I need to get back on my feet
Reason for writing:
so many problems and too much fucking time!
Birth sign: Aries
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