Category : Poems

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Waking up at the crack of noon,
reminiscing of the times I'm waking up with you.
I should leave, sell my shit, make some kind of moves.
I'm lying to myself, I never leave this fucking room 
I gotta pile of shit I haven't addressed, head is a mess.
Check the 'scrip bottles, see if any are left
There's nothing, nowhere. but let's not even go there.
I'm lucky if I wake up, let alone care.
'Cause there's a fine line from who I am and who I wanna be.
I'm amazed at what I find when I look within honestly.
Honestly, it feels like I'm waiting to die
Watch the days pass by, what's it mean to be alive?
And I've been killing time, going to bed with the sunrise.