Lost in a maze.
My own making.
Over thinking,
The drink and drugs
Don't numb the feeling
Long enough.
In my own head
I'm lost.
Wondering are we friends at all.
Would you catch me if I fall?
Clean my snotty nose.
I guess I'll never know.
The dehydrated working class poet. Not afraid to admit I'm wrong. Just hard being wrong for so long.