You arrive
at home
alone
one more
time

Your company
is just
the taste
of alcohol
and cigarrets

There is
nothing more
close by
besides
you
and your
solitude

The bed
feels empty
without
a body
a person
someone

If you
are reading
those words
know that
still remain
a little bit
of myself

but all
of this
seems to be
a goodbye
a farewell to
the world

and all
these words
can't fill
the emptiness
of this
bed

there will be days
where you will feel so tired your brain hurts
there will be days
where you will feel really blue and sucicidal
there will be days
where no one is gonna be the shoulder you cry on to feel better
there will be days
where your cigarrets won't ease it off
there will be days and there will be pain

I hardly ate anything at all today...just been drinking coffee and smoking cigarrets...which ain't too grate for my nutritions but I'm sure I will survive because I've been living this way for so long.
I should eat...I want some burgers or something...and fries.