i will start this poem
the same way i start every other
by saying how much i hate the world
its greed
and gigantic size
technically i live in poverty
but it's just a stage in my life they say
so i guess i know how others might feel
but i have what they don't
a chance for hope
of a time when i can look back
and laugh because i can
at a time when i couldn't
i miss you though i shouldn't
but if i try to make myself not
i don't feel right at all
and i ask myself
if i love her so much
why do i feel empty?
isn't love supposed to fill me up
like i was some sort of gas tank?
this love could take me far
far enough to see you again
but it's never enough for you
i am a wreck
just a pile of skin and bones
left from what used to be a person
with a happy heart
and empty pockets
but now my smile is up side down
like that car in the ditch
i'll never be rich
and all i can say is
life is a bitch
the same way i start every other
by saying how much i hate the world
its greed
and gigantic size
technically i live in poverty
but it's just a stage in my life they say
so i guess i know how others might feel
but i have what they don't
a chance for hope
of a time when i can look back
and laugh because i can
at a time when i couldn't
i miss you though i shouldn't
but if i try to make myself not
i don't feel right at all
and i ask myself
if i love her so much
why do i feel empty?
isn't love supposed to fill me up
like i was some sort of gas tank?
this love could take me far
far enough to see you again
but it's never enough for you
i am a wreck
just a pile of skin and bones
left from what used to be a person
with a happy heart
and empty pockets
but now my smile is up side down
like that car in the ditch
i'll never be rich
and all i can say is
life is a bitch