"my #$@%" poem i wrote
ive been told
that my #@$% gets old
that i dont seem to change
or that im a bit strange
the definition of instanity
is the meaning of my life
i do the shame *@$! more then twice
you know
that things will play out
in a better way
im not so sure what to say
i got no sleep last night
insomnia well i just wasnt feel right
when did this all become a fight
happynes is hard to find
when this world dosnt worry about being kind
the women i planned to marry dumped me
told me without drugs i wasnt me
who the *&@$ is she
to tell me how it should be
to say it caused no pain
would be just like sayn gods name in vain
i sware im going insane
230 days
ive struggled in half a million ways
but i hear this sobrity pays
i fear trusting anyone
cuz they all seem to be having so much fun
people tell me im still tough
but this @#$@# getn rough
lift your head up!
stop that crying!
if i said i wasnt trying
well that would be lieing