Couldn't be around for all
that excitement.
1984
I was not here around.
For my time
has been wasted.
Mentally ill,
moods swinging every second.
If I were stable,
I would have no broken glass of beer bottles
on my floor.
My cigarettes would be unlit,
my bed would be made.
If I were still today a fallen angel.
Depressed,
and with broken wings while lacking a smile.
I can't guarantee I would be alive,
now I guarantee
If I were dead,
you will be able to move on
from the memory of me.
I promise.