Day To Day Life

Days blend together
Day after day
After day
Hanging over the nights
Hung over by the next day
Sorrows drowned by Vodka
Tears muted out by music
Inhaling
Just to exhale
Or maybe just to escape hell
Imprisoned in the worst cell
My own mind
Surrounded by negative spirits
The world lies on my chest
Crying 
Can you hear it???
Well I cant hear
The sound gets muted out
Under all the bills, rumors, lies, and responsibilities
And anything else that is bound to be

Elavator Music For The Soul

She says my poetry is like...
Elevator Music For Her Soul...
Little do she know..
I'm trying to elevate her...
And if possible save her soul...

She says my poetry is like...
Therapy for her ears...
Even though she's standing right here...
She doesn't realizes...
It's her pain behind my words that she hears...