and that there are as many lonely people out there

like you and me

some think they are different but there are many others who think they are different too

don’t be ashamed to think about  suicide

because i think about suicide

just like a million other people

and you can see I’m still here

and you are too.

It was too **** hot to be working in a factory.

Outside it was probably 25 degrees Celsius,

but inside it gets 5x hotter than it should be.

I’m always bending down, and the sweat takes over,

the sweat falling down on my face, wiping it every second.

I take off the “necessary” safety glasses

which I’d never wear anyway.

They would get fogged up and

I had enough of it.

The higher up people have said

they don’t need a break,

they just shove water in our face.

I chugged the whole bottle down and soon got cramps.

and no breaks were coming,

but the cars kept coming.

Elizabeth

Last Year you were five

and now in four years

you will be ten.

and still in the ground

you will be.

and the only way to see your

face is with the only framed

baby picture on  the wall.

the music is playing loud in the bathroom.

Cherie’s roommate is always blaring,

music that isn’t pleasurable to my ears.

she also likes to blare her mouth off too.

she is the perfect example of daddies little girl,

she can’t fend for herself really,

and can’t seem to do anything right.

she leaves a mess in the kitchen,

telling Cherie.

"I’ll clean it soon."

two days later

Cherie is cleaning the Kitchen.

"Why the hell do you clean up for her? She’s a BIG GIRL, ****, I don’t understand."

"Well if I don’t do it, it will never get done."

Cherie likes to do her own thing

i can’t stop her

and really there’s no point too it either.

The way I see the world

Little parts I’ve lived in and visited

Too many people in trouble

Too many people with a goal that leads to nowhere

Some smile with so tiny effort

Cause they already gave their soul away

To the country

They seem to love

The people my age

don’t have a clue on how to live

some go down under the edge

and eat their life apart

some try so hard to make it

that they throw the chance of living away

and when they finally have that chance

they crash and burn

when nothing on this earth has made me cry,

but on a Friday night, 3 AM,

maybe i feel like sobbing.

but it never happens

all those tears have flown down

through my liver and  have turned to ****.

after my long ****,

I enter my dark room,

the worst part knowing that you’re a couple blocks away.

13 dollars it costs to see you, but i never have the money.

i wait for the sun to come up,

it’s finally warm outside,

it’s all coming back alive.

Where days go on and on, you feel the dirtiness reach into your eyes.

Some days are so *****, the gods and saints of London

lets the city rain **** for our punishment.

They watch laughing without any care

Cops rather chase the dope freaks,

instead of stopping the pill sellers right in every corner downtown.

cops who eat their **** for breakfast,

then go spouting it all over the innocent ones.

Jamaicans jamming the drums

i don’t know where to go?

Hamilton my old home,

still hasn’t wiped its *** in over fifty years.

but London here I come again,

another year with you.