Waking up starved, cold and poor,
With a police officer at the door,
For stealing a snack at the store,
To fulfill stomachs empty and sore,
Is this really what we live for?
Staring down at the floor in shame,
Avoided by money, love and or fame,
Praying for mercy that never came,
The beast can no longer stay tame,
Is there no one else left to blame?
Echoes of laughter along the wall,
Only I can suffer this final fall,
As you're there still walking tall,
Your insults drown my final call,
Does anyone know who I am at all?
Driving down the road half asleep,
Death can't feel too much more deep,
Happiness could be a gift to keep,
Watching loved ones pretend to weep,
Over the edge, may I take the leap?
Seven in the morning sitting alone,
Feelings have been wasted not shown,
Forget every material object I own,
The bed is now made, the seeds sewn,
Is it too hard to pick up the phone?
Two gunshots is all the town heard,
Grief was nothing more then a word,
Useless as a dead New York City bird,
On the corner of downtown and Third,
Is this happiness or is this absurd?
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