This is a poem about how life can make you feel. |
It's just good ol' life experience- But when that life experience is just the same old pain in newer packaging- it's time for that bleeding pen to start a new stanza. Even though you can't. Maybe you're just- addicted to the pain- too afraid to feel what you dain to write. Roses are red- but your feet are turning blue because your landlord couldn't afford the heat bill. Hoping for the once a month cycle but that isn't even reliable anymore- just good enough to scare you shitless- oh no-baby on the way knife to the pelvis- just kidding. There's that bleeding pen again. Boohoo poor me- one in a million- but maybe this one has a mind. A good mind? Not likely- Even brilliance is muddied by emotions- punch in that time clock and waste another chance to change the world instead of bettering your own outcome- Maybe you'll save that for your day off or maybe you'll sit infront of a screen and replace that pen with a keyboard. Lying to yourself- telling yourself that old friends care- because your new ones sure as hell don't. There goes that bleeding pen again- Oops- just kidding. |