3 19
Three nineteen, the clock still ticking
Bloody scabs I was picking
No one’s up and I am bored
All wrapped up in a single cord
Simply sleep, I took so many
Stronger pills, I haven’t any
A little drowsy, but not enough
Just enough to call your bluff
I may lay down and close my eyes
And toss and turn to my surprise
Those stupid pills they do not work
Just make my legs ache and jerk….
I must have slept because I awoke
As I cough, and as I choke
It’s not important the night before
Tonight I start to drink some more
A tasty drink to make me numb
All in all it makes me dumb
Again depressed and disappointed
I still haven’t got what I wanted
It feels so close but so far away
I can never make the joy just stay
As I live this day without you,
Hoping it’s only just a few
Deeply thinking of what’s to come
Fears inside splashed with rum
I know I may never see you
That the fear screams so true
So what if I never hold you
Nothing as if you knew
I live today, dead as I am
And close the door with a slam
All alone like so many nights
As I turn off all the lights
To myself to bored to care
Awakened thoughts that seem to tare
My mind is crying and I know why
I hate my life and I want to die
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