I was in back of a library
lost in memories
I couldn’t sleep for days
I had to walk the streets
I had to walk to Long Beach
from South Gate to the freeway
from the blue line to willowbrook station
from buying an edible Oreo
to having a revolver pointed at my head.

I asked for help and no one did shit, all my friends said mad things about me that were not true.

All my friends became poisonous, my dreams seemed hopeless and my decisions seemed reckless….

They’re actions were heartless, they’d wait til I am better off dead.

They said it is all in my head, as I took hits that made me feel lost in space instead.

Candles lit that’s all that’s left…. UFOs are in the dark they might be my only friends…

I was surrounded by fist and they nearly left me dead, had to walk home with blood falling to the ground as my red carpet, drenching out my head….

Another barrel loaded pointed at my last breathe, can’t tell if I am alive or I died long ago….

I was so lost I felt suicidal…. Left the darkness in my heart to dangle….

Therapy said I’d be fine…

I hope there is nothing left unsaid….
I see ghost and they aren’t harmful..….

I feel like someone’s waiting for me to pick up a pen….
© Eyesinthedark