$1.54 in pocket change.
An empty wallet.
A can of travel-sized body spray.
A pen.
Some gum
And an mp3 player.
I take my silent journey at twelve-thirty,
And use my pocket change as an excuse.
I smoke a pair of cigarettes,
One there and one back.
And I buy a drink to hide the fact,
That I'm sad and confused and unable to cope.
With my daily thoughts and my loss of hope.
I **** myself a puff at a time.
And spent all but my last dime.
I hate myself more and more every day.