I sit here and mope, nothing else to do
I sit here without hope, nothing left to lose
I'll sit in my smoke, inhaling all the fumes
If you ask if I'm a joke, I'll ask if you're amused

I get so f****d up I don't recognize myself, still trying to be someone else
You think you don't have a problem? You're not looking hard enough
I can solve them, but your thanks isn't enough
Just let me out, let me out of these cuffs

I told him to stop, he was acting too tough
He said to step aside, I like to play rough

Am I still alive? Last night was rough
The sun is so bright. Did I get hit by a truck?
I don't remember a thing. I've got to stop getting so drunk.

Yup.., nice poem though.

Everything You write is Deep and Wonderful I really like this one Lookin4Home:)