When Morning Comes Poem by Corey Culler

When the morning comes I won't be done,
forty minutes with a loaded gun,
just sitting here pondering escape,
watchin' agony slowly shape,
just tell me, when is it time for change?

You think it's a crime to be,
while you look so sorry,
you couldn't last a minute as me,
just when I thought I couldn't get much lower,
my whole world's gone bipolar

When the morning comes I won't be done,
forty minutes with a loaded gun,
just sitting here pondering escape,
watchin' agony slowly shape,
just tell me, when is it time for change?

I'm so sick of this mentality,
faith is no fallacy,
just not for me,
sitting here every night,
tryin' to get the courage to fight

when morning comes I won't be done,
left alone with a loaded gun,
lying here knowing my fate,
just to succumb to this hate