At 2 AM when the lights are out,
what do you find yourself with?
That text from an old lover you had
that you keep reading and reading
and wishing for things to go back
or the shouts from the walls across
of uselessness and incompetence
that they call irreconcilable differences
which usually marks the end of love,
or the cries of from a boy’s dream
of monsters in the closet and fat F’s
and the bullies the shove him in lockers
or could it be the endless arguments
your mind and heart make at dawn
because you’re heart is giving up
but your mind, such wonderful swirls
is holding on… hoping… coping
There are a lot of reasons to drown
Sadness, debt, heartache, loneliness
a lot of reasons to pull that trigger
jump off that roof and stop the beating
This world is mercilessly cruel but
it is also beautiful, there is no other
and I’m proud to say I am a survivor
but not for cancer or calamities
or serial killers who go berzerk
and shoots everybody in sight
I survived life, the most horrible thing
but also the most wonderful there is