You want to leave a foot print
A everlasting breath
Leaving you no stress
Of what is after life
What this was worth, the strife
Almost making me weary
Making my eyes sad and teary
Saving a life or another helps me sleep at night
But that is only a pint out of a gallon
A hand full
It's almost painful
Listening to them
Listening to him
Loving the needs
All the different good deeds
Making myself useful for once
Hiding the addiction behind the brilliance
Using this narcotic
Cause I'm going catatonic
Needing the drug of the need of others
No one even bothers
To use me anymore
I'm just mopped along the floor
Using these fluent words
Hiding from your hoards
Not wnating to face the music
Leaving others to listen for me
No consequences in store for me
Have them keep the pain to refill my drug addition
Loving the needs
All the different good deeds
Making myself useful for once
Hiding the addiction behind the brilliance
Using this narcotic
Cause I'm going catatonic
Feeling heroic
With a thought that's stoic
You're broken
Like a record
Repeating
Everything till the ending
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts from an Idiot
Poetryyou must be stupid if you don't understand what this peice of writing is about, please refer to the title
