(24) Just Another Day 12.16.23 @ 2:19am

I’m smoking away these regrets.

With one, two, maybe six cigarettes.

Having been shot down by reality.

The results came back, fatality.

Isolating myself.

Looking at these capsules off the shelf.

The voices in my head are starting up.

Time to refill my damn cup.

To be me comes at a price, it’s not free.

Wishing I could just flee.

I’m stuck on this earth;

I have no value, I have no worth.

I have a million questions.

Does anybody have any suggestions?

If so, tell me what I should know.

Otherwise, I’ll go with the flow.

Explain to me the purpose of my existence.

I’m going the extra distance.

Flying high like a damn pigeon.

I believe in God but I have no religion.

Will you be like me and bury your sorrow?

Am I at fault for what I might do tomorrow?

Can I blame the voice in my head?

Or will I remain taking hits to the head?

Will I die today or will I make it through?

Truth be told, I never felt this kind of blue.

Not even sure what to say;

Today is just another day.