I am awake but now I'm sad,
For coming out of the vivid dream I had.
For now this time is really real,
And no one can imagine the pain I feel.
I have nothing to really live now for,
And my past is a closed dusty history door.
Time has flown past way too fast,
And the status quo will never last.
I know that I am going to die alone,
N when I feel down I have no one to phone.
I only want to stay asleep in my bed,
Just have sweet opiate dreams til I'm dead.
Coz conscious me is having no fun,
Nobody has a clue about the mental pain I've done.
It seems this life has no place for me,
It seems I'm just a thorn on a prickly tree.
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