Just Too Tired Poem by Ima Ryma

I am tired of the life I live,
Working my fingers to the bone.
Loving me, family does give.
So why do I feel so alone?
A happy home, all say I've got.
So why don't I feel that same way?
Lately I've been drinking a lot.
I'm drunk now after a hard day,
In my pickup and driving home.
The dark is more than just the night.
To such sad thoughts my mind does roam,
Deciding to no longer fight.

This old country road winds ahead.
But I keep driving straight instead.