Another restless night in a bed that you hate.

Pray for peacefulness, calm, a new life, a blank slate.

The pills make you numb, but don’t make you forget.

Alcohol, your poisonous eel, slippery and wet.

The clock ticks too loudly, the faucet drips slow,

you know you’re still breathing by the tv’s soft glow.

Mom loved you, but left you, and dad wasn’t there.

I love you, and miss you, but hate your dead stare.

Too smart for rock bottom, too poor for a home,

too hated by many to simply just roam.

No family, no friendship, and empty within.

To murder your saddness, a blessing or sin?

I can’t keep you living a life you despise,

but I pray every night something lessens your cries.

No substance or girl will keep you  happy for long.

Nor money, or memories, or your favorite song.

Life may seem bleak, wake up tired and sore,

but one day you’ll realize you’re worth so much more.

So smile, I beg you, pretend just for me.

And don’t let your headstone be something I see.