Waking up with the idea your mind was never asleep
Side table unemptied with a billion bills
And suddenly you wonder what's next in your life?
Does everyday really have to be a strife?
With a singlet and short, bodied away to the window
Looking out and wondering the next move
Would it be a life checkmate?
Would it be you helping out fate?
A sudden boil of anger, cooking up emotions and actions
Then throwing everything on the wall
Wrecking the little room whose rent has been due for months
While you are in a state of catatonic meltdowm
Sitting at the corner with bloodied knuckles
While your hands are up and tears are the only thing falling
You light the cigarette and exhales a fume of death
Might be your last breathe?
Wait, there is still hope, maybe a drop
You spend your life in a train you can't stop
Has dying ever being the answer?
Has living even being a thing of question?
Wrecking the room has helped you feel pain
So know you feel maybe you were never awake
Now that you see what is at stake, a knock comes on the door
Hope has smiled cause now you have a multi million dollar job...
About the Creator
Harydo Neon
I drain my thoughts through my pen. That's the only way I breathe.
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