I think at night,
When your brain keeps you awake,
Your sub conscious dreaming,
While your mind refuses to take flight,
You find you true self,
And it scares you,
Its dark.
And its alone,
With your eyes closed.

Maybe life,
Is a little day each dying,
Aha, even when your happy your lying,
Next day comes your divorced again,
When did that happen?

I love when people tell me their there for me,
When they aint’,
Hope it makes you feel better,
To watch me sit and suffer,
Squirm at the edge of my seat.