The Desolate City

The dark desolate city Haunts me like broken dreams Nightmares that have come to life Of a world that I will never see The life I am living Could be worth so much more But I fail to see the point Even breathing has become a chore My body is breaking down As my mind has become numb The only happiness I've ever known Comes from pills and a bottle of rum I cannot see the light My future is too bleak I can't climb out of this depression My soul is too weak I'm dying from the inside out But none of you can tell I'm far from perfect I'm tired of living in this hell. (3/7/15)