Loosing hope was my freedom
going home to better places

falling so softly,

you would have never heard me
even if I hit the ground

a liar, a theif, a failure all the same
and now,
falling through  hopes like layers of silk
******* my standards as if they where layers of lace
burning through my chances,coughing, on that old cigarette,
when do i decide
that I've gone too far
who decides
when I haven't gone far enough?