I sit here and mope
Heart of gold
With no hope
Holding this rope
Like will it hold
Will I choke
God made you and broke the mold
Always down like my ten toes
Chasing ten hoes
Add em up
They still don't come close
Can't stand to be around myself
Wanna drown myself
In pussy money weed
Relapse until I OD
If I didn't have family
I'd be six feet deep
If my uncle didn't hang himself
I wouldn't understand the grief
Head high
Spirits low
Praying to god
All my times borrowed
I don't need tomorrow
If you wont take this sorrow
You pray when you're stressed
I'm praying for death
You say it's a jest
I'm just waiting to rest
You're afraid of the darkness
I was raised in the darkness
Blessed and praised in the darkness
Lost in this maze of darkness
Nothing left to do but harness
Till life discards us
Till death departs us
About the Creator
James Harrison
Ottawa based personal trainer. I write sad poems and stories about my sad life. 3+ years #sober. Instagram: Jimmydean66613
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