This all sounds so rhetorical

I don’t even want to write

It’s like my life is stuck in one continuous dark night

It’s the same old bullshit 

Going through my head

The same old reasons 

For all my tears shed

Still I see no sign of rescue in sight

Now burried deeper in my avalanche of bills

I’ve built up momentum

As I tumble quickly downhill

Somehow I manage to always pull through

Most of the time I don’t even know myself how it’s true

Somehow I muster up the strength to keep going

Can you see my exhaustion 

Is it showing

I don’t really need much

I have no desire for wealth

But I can’t afford to feed my daughter

Or even keep her in good health

I can’t even keep my own stomach from growling

There it goes again-now it’s actually howling

“feed me feed me” 

I hear it’s call

But I just smoke another bowl 

Trying hard to stall

I don’t know yet how I’ll eat tonight

How can I expect to care for Micaiah

When I can’t even feed myself, right?

I feel I’ve done my best

But it’s never good enough

I don’t think life was meant to be this ruff

Moving on

Staying strong

Reflecting on all the things through which I’ve gone

Despite all the adversity 

I have stayed pretty strong

I’ve so many others fly by with a smile

All the while they live their lives in denial

Taking so much for granted

Without any thanks

I’m beginning to think my life is just one of gods pranks

It has to be

You see

Life shouldn’t always be this hard

Wouldn’t you agree?

If it is then what the hell’s the point

I really wish I had a joint

Even a glass of wine would be fine

Anything intoxicating to cope with this mess

I’ll take whatever’s available to relieve the stress…