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Jun 2016
I just keep telling Me. "Its only getting better" -"3x"- when its not.

     Every day i tell myself.........i will finnaly find my soul.

Such a lonly ****** up place, where the women carry mase..

Deep inside this box somewhere, i finnaly found my soul.

   I dust it off, an use it up, what ealse must i do.

With a lonely ****** up soul like you, its the only thing to do.

   Maybe wright these ****** up words i say. Become something more one day?

Ha what a joke i say, with a lonely soul he may, Never be nothing more they say.
just a ****** that will pay, what ever comes his way.

just another ****** up day.. why cant it go away? Because i stuck to my soul, guns an all i roll.

Blacked out, hear me laugh out. "Im just another fool."

I can Not pay myself, much less me or you. If i could, i would.

beat myself away from you. just to save you two, from the struggle that i go threw just another fail.

  What more can i give an take, when i have nothing more to make? Such an angry soul i tired to give it way

  Take it back or let me pay. just to give it way.
Mitch pity
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Mitch pity  Texas
(Texas)   
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