It's miserable to see

that a man can dress clean and proper
  only to hide the storm
that fills his heart
while the tie is the only thing
he can fix

and the white sleeves cover the scars
that hides thousands of battles
so he can wear the suit and tie
once more

A bright day
won't cover up the ****** days
you'll only inhale a good wind
  and later on
walk the path you mistook
to bringing you peace.

Oh sheer luck and will has run out dry
the odds of your hands makes you
want to fold
but life isn't that easy
that you only need to say is "I quit"
it takes time
  and the hands of my clock
have been like a broken back
and in every move
the pain

Who are you?
The one that pretends to cope
  letting oceans of liquor drown you
from your purpose,
is it me? No
You're just a being I created
to withstand the pain
that I can never tolerate,
a being of which to take the blame.

Who are you?
A disgrace to the world,
  A world that is full of ******
and you adding to the population
won't even have the slightest chance
to overcome this cruel life
Is it me?? Never
You are just a person I made
to carry all of my burden,
     to endure the void that ***** out
every goodness I have to give.

Who are you?
Man in the mirror
  eyes that look like it haven't seen
love for too long,
What more can you give?
How many more mask
do you need to make,
before you realize
  it was you all along

it was you all along

When I hold her
is like being embraced by a thousand pillows,
    the shade of my room is enough
for me to see
the woman that made me
  write a living poem.
With each touch is gentle,
   with every kiss, divine
her dress smells like home,
   her love takes you back in time
to the moment you felt safe
    to the ******* moment
you felt
safe

Is this it?
   The fate that has been sealed for me?
Beer bottles, empty packs
and a twisted mind
only to write poetry
for the ones
   who share the same demons
that fills their cup.

What's good for the mind
is clearly bad for the soul
you empty your pockets
    so the whiskey fills the void
while waking up only to find pennies
  to take a cab
that leads you to a place
where only your hang over self
can find rest

and that is
home

How is good is it
if the mind is your enemy
and the whispers started to fade,
  you'll hear a voice
      that echoes through your mind
reaches the fondest of memories
  only to be reminded that you
               are
                   loved.

Mother always told me
"Run like a horse as you head over to your goals"

but the horse inside me resembles that of Bojack the Horseman
and running away has been a forte

Constantly struggling
thinking what will life be
if only I chose the right decisions

that make my world
a little more worth staying