The Stuff In My Head

I don't belong here This life of mine Why have I come to this point in time Is it because of the demons I fear? When did it begin and when will it end The feelings I have are very clear Why does death seem so very near? And will it become my only true friend? Time is irrelevant this point in time When the days are over will I regress I pray and hope for some peaceful rest Will the future ever be mine? This rhyme scheme is not what I like My mind is simple however the depth Too bad it got messed up by my crystal meth But writing is so much like sex or riding a bike It is too bad I made a mess of my life What came before does not even help Can't even take care of myself Love you too much to use a knife The answer is clear, why can't I see? So I go through life living like I do And what do I give but a pile of poo My hands on my eyes mean nothing to me This poem means nothing to you To give and to take and really don't care I really wish I NEVER was there To say I am sorry is so very true I CARE MORE ABOUT WHAT IS HAPPENING TO YOU