Poem

I’ve become reckless this week.

Spent all my money on nonsense again.

I thought I could shake it off.

But now these feelings can’t seem to stop.

I thought I was fine three months ago.

When I was living how they wanted it all to go.

And then I thought I didn’t need all that much.

I need to get outta this rut.

I guess I can’t stay out of touch.

I’m messed up, I’m mistaken.

I feel like my life’s being wasted.

I’m overly sensitive and make things too complicated.

And those things that I admitted.

They became so unappreciated.

But I still meant them, oh I really meant them.

I gave up again another week.

Is it sad I couldn’t careless?

Went through another fight with myself.

Like I’m not worth shit to anybody else.

I’ve never been so ashamed.

I don’t even recognize my own face.

This poker expression kills my reflection.

I can’t live like this, half way dead.

I wanna see brighter skin.

I wanna see my smile again.