Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Oct 2020
Why do I keep clutching my chest, I need to give that lennie and bud a rest, Or its a definite CARDIAC ARREST.
I know this well in my life, but I get weak around my demons, they always come when I,m weak around life.
What would you do to break free I tried most ways trust me but the demons come always on my bad days, sad ways.
I can be good for months on end then I meet one of my friends thats the devil in disguise,
Believe it or not I will die if I don't make new friends and at least try.
I get stuck in quick sand, its like I,m playing poker and always throwing my hand.
I had chances now I,m going to make a stand.
Because I know that with the love my kids bring really I should be singing and dancing.
Written by
Christopher higgins  52/M/Nottingham
(52/M/Nottingham)   
199
   Carrie Crusoe
Please log in to view and add comments on poems