Day after day things seem to get worse,
maybe bad luck, but probably a curse.
I try and I try, to turn this change to a grand,
but I seem to keep losing, I can't win with this hand.
Thinking and stressing , has my mind in a crunch, this knott in my stomach feels like i swallowed a punch. If I could burry my head in the ground for one day, I would dig the hole 6 feet , oh how i just want to fade away...
Tired, exhausted, beat down, but still standing, I'm the pilot of this ship, and I think I'm crash landing..
But maybe I'm not, and this is all just a dream,
but if it's real we will know, because when I crash you'll hear screams..

© heavenly kevinly