Bad Chioces
Life choices have left me struggling and alone,
Always searching for a place to call home.
Resentful of others who have what I don't
Under depression's spell, I was more like a drone,
Apprehensively surviving in my world unknown.
Losing my loved ones in various ways
Empty inside, just sleeping for days.
Exhausted by sadness, tears won't go away.
Hopelessly lost on this road filled with strife
Unwilling to listen or take anyone's advise
Reality comes back and slapped me twice
Selfishness can do things that aren't too nice.
Too many bad choices with a really high price.
Copyright © Laura Hurst | Year Posted 2015
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