Somehow I'm losing my grip.
Somewhere along the lines I lost sight
Since I couldn't be a marine
My drive has died
I'm lying to everyone.
I'm lying through my smile
It's just that these stress related canker sores
under my tongue make it hard to talk.
I want to be alone
With you.
I want to cry with my head in your lap
But that desire is as misplaced
As my frustration
I feel so vacant
I am so hollow
that if you where to
drop a penny down my throat
It'd take months before you heard the echo.
I don't know what passion feels like
I forget what motivation tastes like
I no longer hear my determination
All I have left are these depressing poems
A handful of self doubt
And a pocket with a broken spirit.
I remember when the sunrise meant something.
I remember when the moons light filled me with joy.
Maybe it's just this week.
Maybe it's just a bad day.
I hope that this headache stops
before I snap my phone in half.
I hope I can avert my gaze from the simple solution of cigarette smoke
And a circular burn somewhere on my upper arm.
The devil on my shoulder
Killed my conscious Months ago
His corpse still dangles from my neck like branches on a willow tree.
God, someone **** me and make it look like suicide.
I don't have the guts to spill my own myself anymore.