Saturday, April 23, 2011
reforme my being
poemhttp://fubar.com/exit/b340541-1149063ripped and raveged, beat up and torn , i feel closed , i feel empty, can you see, can hear my pain that instain everyday , it feels grusome , i feel brusied , i never win i always loose , its not the pills that choke down my throat , the pain is less with the all my sips of booze . i feel like my suffocating i cannot breathe , even my crutches dont work anymore . i will struggle my way through life but i wont give up ill put my fight . till theres no more and im faded from sight.