my attempts
to climb
back out
are a joke

i’m too weak
i struggle
and dangle
from this rope

my hands
blister
and burn
from the friction
as i lose control
again
and i try to
hang on
and stop
myself
from falling
all
the
way
back down
to the
bottom

but **** it
drink ‘em
if you’ve
got ‘em

give me
a laugh
on
the way
out
and
flash me a smile

at least
one
of us
should
be happy
before we die
and i need
to go
out
in
style