I'm heartbroken, grieving
My life as I knew, is gone
The world feels at an end
I may just sit here and drink
Till I pass out
I mourn my actions, my words
Those done and those not done
I curse with spit and fury
That I am not a better man
That I could not be more
This whole being human thing
I've never been good at that
Never been a people person
Of good social grace
I'm more suited to being alone
Where I only annoy myself
Where I am unable to hurt anyone
I'll scream at the world get out
Begone, go away and leave me
To drink and write alone
Something I've become used to
My life is a series of cycles
I'll build it up and burn it down
Just to lay in the ashes
Cry and write another poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem