Saddened Day Poem by Frank Macias

My mind is lost, My mind is found
Empty pills, Fill my mind
Looking for purpose, Like a hound
Nothing is found, or too much to find

Secrets seem like the only way
Slowly seems to cut me in half
Clouding my mind into every day
Seems like my hands have nothing to craft

She must hate me
I MUST hate me
The day is lonely
But im not lonely

For everyone death will surly come
Only thing left that's curtain, the rest just seems dumb