Pen in hand
These lines I write
Every day
Another fight
I hope for the best
But expect the worst
My life a tragedy
One giant curse
The fear I have of loneliness
Brings me further out of touch
The very things that feed my soul
Do nothing more than eat a hole
Now hearing noises
In my head
Going crazy
Should be dead
I try to live
Try to fight
Awake and thinking
Every night
The words I spit
I soon forget
Six feet deep
Inside a pit
Begging for acceptance
But fearing
And feeling
An evil presence
For now…
My life has gone to shit
Six feet deep
Inside a pit
Yet I still have
My life to live
And only myself
To forgive
And in the end
The pain will quit
Six feet deep buried
In my pit
Copyright 2003 Bob the Mailman
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