Damn It Poem by Matthew Ray Long

Sing a pretty song, try to right a wrong. Spreading love and peaceful vibes, thanking God that I'm alive. Wonder why I cry all the time. No reason to my rhyme. No rhythm, but I do have the blues. When I get this way I feel I've nothing to lose. Woke up early in morning, put my brains on the wall. Never heard the sound, didn't feel the fall. Still right here, just hanging around. My spirit is stuck here, body in ground. Still feel pain and depression. Nothing changed. Only now I can't get high. Damn it.