Get Your Premium Membership

Crash and Burn

Slowly but surely I will crash and burn But I deserve it because it's my turn Hitting that pipe watching my dreams fade away You're just a piece of trash is what they say I chase that high to escape my life If I hold out my wrists will you hand me the knife? I want to get high and have everything be ok But I want to die at the end of every day Stealing, hustling, smoking, and lying I seem to always find myself crying Got to maintain, there's no way I can stop Now I realize I was never on top Why do I hurt the ones I love? Is there really a god up above? The good old days are gone and never coming back Sorry I have got to go pick up another sack

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment

A comment has not been posted for this poem. Encourage a poet by being the first to comment.


Book: Reflection on the Important Things