Laying here in bed
As my thoughts begin to wander
Knowing that I can't control the outcome
So instead I fill myself with laughter.
What's a man to do
If you can't take a minute or two
To just say that you're ok
And you'll be home when you are through.
But instead because of recent events
Those thoughts try to creep inside my head
Knowing damn well if things were different
That somebody would be dead.
It's not easy being me
I have to live with the demons I created
But it's harder when you're not around
Because I know that life is hated.
I'm just trying to let it go
Let me vent a poem or two
And then I'll be off my soapbox
I'll be just as good as new.