Low Days Poem by Kris Mercer

Im alive because theres nothin else to do, i drink a little whisky an realized all the hurt is from you. I see why people use drugs, the energy they have is used up an im used up an nervous, my live is past its service. I wish my body went past the surface. i wanna jump but i don't even know where the curve is. to do it with a knife i'm so curious, but when i did it i got so furious. God its degrading, people be hating. People say im heartless yes my heart don't budge, people you can hate but just don't judge.