waking up each morning
dragging my *** out of bed
I rub the sleep from my eyes
shake the fogginess out of my head
I feel the chill of the morning air
the dampness of the dew
I make a *** of coffee
wait for it to brew
I see the people coming
and going through out the day
some of them are family
they want to stay and play
it all seems so normal
tiresome In a way
taking it all for granted
it's how we get through the day
then the night has come
loneliness fills the air
I wonder what it's all been for
I wonder why I care
it's 12am or midnight
the start of a new day
I put the gun inside my mouth
and blow my head away
Mar 3, 2011
Mar 3, 2011 at 12:51 PM UTC
waking up each morning
dragging my *** out of bed
I rub the sleep from my eyes
shake the fogginess out of my head
I feel the chill of the morning air
the dampness of the dew
I make a *** of coffee
wait for it to brew
I see the people coming
and going through out the day
some of them are family
they want to stay and play
it all seems so normal
tiresome In a way
taking it all for granted
it's how we get through the day
then the night has come
loneliness fills the air
I wonder what it's all been for
I wonder why I care
it's 12am or midnight
the start of a new day
I put the gun inside my mouth
and blow my head away
Many people live normal routine lives, they go from day to day wearing masks. Telling everyone that everything is fine. And then one day, out of the blue, there dead... suicide. You wonder how and why? It's a surprise and a shock. That's why this poem is written the way it is, and I hope it will surprise you and shock you.
