have you ever dealt with a guy like me
depressed as hell, filled with anxiety
a complete stranger even to myself
ask me about my deteriorating health
i'll flip the question away and shut back down
i don't want to talk while there's people around
i just want to sit and think about life
and convince myself that i won't cry
but i know better than that
i know i won't make it
don't expect me back
there is no round-trip
i had people ask what's wrong with me
as they kick while i try to shine their feet
they spit in my face and share a laugh
and fill my head with insults that last
so i walk on down to my favorite bar
where the people question just who you are
then they turn to their gin and cokes
as i drink to forget all the rotten folk
but i know better than that
i know i won't make it
don't expect me back
there is no round-trip
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My writings and poems
I don't think i'm a good writer. I don't even think I'm good at anything, and if you want to waste your time reading these so called 'poems' go right ahead. I'm just sorry they're not as great as I would like them to be.
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