Cant get it right
Not one little thing
A pound of misery served to me
What shall I have today
Cant get around
I'm stuck inside
My wrists always so inviting
My pills be the way out
and yet I muddle on
A face that keeps me keeping on
Small and wonderous
My past present and Future
So tiny and gaining size
Heart belongs to it
And yet parts are broken
to never be mended
Sealed in a vault
I wish for peace
But recieve non
Only the pound of misery
Served to me daily
And here I muddle on
And I still cant
Get it right
