Goes

 The sun isn't making

Me want to go to bed. 

Sitting up to believe 

I'm in control of my life.

Listening to the same songs 

A 100 times. 

Dogs giving hints it's bed time. 

But the coke still 

Is pulsing in my head now. 

It drips and I ignore it. 

Just wishing I wasn't alone 

And feeling shit. 

The meds stopped working 

A long time ago. 

My head over thinks

What was and could of been, 

So many to too many 

Times you'll never know. 

Nothing to stop feeding low. 

Shouting into the void 

Just wishing something 

Would shout back, 

Help make sense 

Of this broken heart. 

To feel more then low 

To give me a reason to carry on,