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
Copyright © Joseph Kamenszki | Year Posted 2007
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