I exist
on xanax and beer
poorly written verse
and a little bit of fear
of the greatness
that once lived inside
of me dying
but Im too scared or stupid
to stop trying
the lies i told myself
could fill a small library
consult your dictionary
for a definition of failure
open the book look it up
and you will find my face there
Brian, Totaly not true, you got to try to dig down deep and find something that is still good and hole in your life, look for a reason to be happy or to even be ok, and know that there are people out there that wish to embrace you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
xanax and beer...my favorite combo