I'm too much drunk, badly stung,
If life's a ladder, am on the last rung.
Bad luck dude, Always misunderstood,
They don't get me, I'm always booed.
I don't get credit, I lost merit,
One wrong expression, and I'm no longer fit.
That's how they judge, never trust what's true,
If Hunger Games then I must be Roo.
I take a fall, and the next comes along,
Too much sorrow before the swan song.
I've had enough, life gets tough,
I dunno why I fight through this rough.
It's just him, well anything goes,
Most of what he's done for me, nobody knows.
Hey that's just great, I'm still here,
When I'm gone amiss only then I'm dear.
No god no hope, no knife no rope,
I prod along, swimming in drink and dope.
The feelings are still here, but one can't be near,
The other stays near, yet feelings morphed into fear.
So I start my run, away I go,
Yet my thoughts and feelings I can't let go.
Maybe it's me, maybe I just can't flee,
But for once how much I mean, you just might see.
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