The rain comes down
the vines soak it in -
quenching their thirst
as it's summer again...
Soft soaking warmth
trickle down the trees -
as they sway with the wind
and enjoy the breeze...
Green all around
flowers blooming pink -
enjoying the shower
guzzling the drink...
as I get to watch
from my desk view -
feeling gratitude that
it's what I get to do.
It was another
waste of time -
something that wasn't
ever mine...
I tried my best
then walked away -
there is nothing
left to say...
I guess I really
do not care -
life is hard
and never fair...
So here I go
once again -
will I ever
finally win?
In a year
will I still be here -
living this life
with ridiculous fear...
or will I die
as I always cry -
complaining my life
is one big lie...
I've reached the point
without a joint -
living life daily with
no real point...
no happiness
no utter bliss -
no soul purpose
or loving kiss...
I'm dead inside
while I always hide -
this is not for me
to myself I lied.
Who cares bitch
I am gone -
is that all you have
to still go on...
You have nothing
but a desk -
when you're dead
they all will rest...
because you're hateful
for no reason -
because you have no
happy season...
You bring nothing
but a bad day -
as they say
see you next Tuesday.
