I look in the mirror,
Try to smile,
But I feel so empty.
I see my reflection,
And I scan for imperfections,
Get sick
Fake face
Suddenly late.
She told me to remember my smile
But it's been lost for awhile,
And I'm apparently less.
You say you can't-
I think you can.
Saving money might help if there's a surprise expense,
But taking risks is the only way to keep a big business.
I'm so exhausted
But I still can't sleep through the night,
I'm too tired to drink
And I'm too tired to cry,
Sometimes now I think of dying
But I'm too tired to die,
And I can't think straight
So I won't bother to try.
You said you wouldn't forget,
But we don't talk anymore,
I wish we could go back,
To how it was before,
When days were happy,
And life wasn't a chore,
You were never boring to me,
Or stressful,
Or strict-
You cared,
And I loved you.
All good things turn grey and moldy,
Even the best of life withers and dies.
Out of all the wonderful stories you told me,
I wonder which truth of yours is really a lie.
But it's possible that I'm just paranoid.
You're a big fuzzy bear,
And you hug your deepest thoughts inside-
Too close to yourself,
And it hurts.
The best of life withers and dies-
Are you dying?
No, just sleeping in a bear cave for a week at most.
I stay up too late but it's hard to sleep in,
Exhausted at work and exhausted in bed,
Sleeping doesn't work anymore-
It's not a cure-
I guess now I have fatigue,
And I mix it with a little nicotine so I don't go crazy.
Since I'm tired all the time,
Even if I'm awake for hours
I can't get my fat ass out of bed,
And then I run out of time for breakfast
So I have to stick to lunch and dinner instead.
But lunch is a snack and dinner's at ten,
Or eleven,
Or twelve-
When is dinner?
Dinner's a midnight binge,
And then the cycle begins again.
The end
The end
The end.
Won't it be great
When I get to close my eyes
And celebrate
The end
The end
The end.
Maybe I'll see a shining gate-
I hope I can get there.
I can't wait to close my eyes and see the end.
YOU ARE READING
The Road to Paradise
PoetryThis book has a bunch of poems that have bits and pieces of my life in them. I write whatever comes to mind, and it usually makes sense. But everything has a hidden meaning. Of course, some of it is random, but it all comes together (plus I like to...
