recently
all my dreams have the same concept
various scenes
of suicidal content.
i wake up in the dark
and discover it’s fake
it replays in my mind
even tho i am awake.
i’m sleep deprived
i’m dead inside
ever wonder what it’s like
to see a dead man cry?
bleed pools of blood
from his bloodshot eyes?
his eventual demise
is this guy’s
biggest prize.
there’s a lack of concern
for his farewell good byes
empty little glass
in an over stocked cabinet
no other way
will this world ever have it
getting close to him
is a real bad habit
all users in the past
by now seem to have quit
‘he was bad for your health’
is what they say
instead of mourning.
i should have been born with
a surgeon general warning.
no one wants
anything to do with me
i’m sort of like a disease
i’m very forgettable
with just the slightest bit of ease
no need for you to tease
my life is already an insult
the product of a mistake
can only end with one result
what do you do
when your life is a tragedy?
you clear up the confusion
and come to one conclusion.
people are unreliable.
this is undeniable.
it’s not that they’re diabolical.
it’s just human nature
people will let you down
don’t let them end the adventure
pull your sword out
and slice off their head
kick them aside
and continue ahead.
keep moving
don’t look back
their dead.
there’s too much to look forward to
to keep focus on the past
keep your hopes up
and stay positive instead.

Evan Christopher Williams