He whistles round the corner
it's that time of day.
The nine to five has ended
and now it's time to play.
His lunchbox in his pickup truck
had been equipped with more then food.
The liquor store was the next stop
but not the fix for his mood.

Come six o clock he's made it home
and had a chance to eat.
By eat I mean drink his ***
finally kicks back his feet.
Day three without a shower
because there's no one to impress.
Half the time wearing yesterdays clothes
forgetting to undress.

By seven he's watching Wheel of Fortune
screaming slurs at the TV.
Never guessing puzzles right
and finding need to disagree.
His phones been off the hook for days
beeping in the distance.
Come Jeopardy the urge is strong
with more and more persistence.

He grabs the bag of goodies
holds it in his hand.
Getting excited by just the feel
of the syringe and rubber band.
He's sweating now profusely
anxious with desire.
With nothing left to lose (but life)
again he plays with fire.

When every new smile is so fake, I don't know how much more of this I can take...
Lying down watching the stars and remembering a love that was once ours
I'll slow down and breathe things in but my heart is beginning to wear thin
I worry if I try to love will my walls crumble?
I'm trying to be tough but these scars on my wrists say enough
They say your never who you really are so, who am I?
If a were to die it scares me to think of how little would cry
I don't want to leave you I swear but if someday I decide I can't bare
Will you still love me
Will you still fall
Will you miss me
Or not care at all
These are the dreams I have
Waking up crying, can't forget
These words of inspiration
These talks of motivation
Don't do much
If you were to find me free what would your reaction be?
Would you fall to the ground and curse the profound or not care at all?