Lost Soul

They say you can tell a lot by a man’s eyes,

Well look at me and see a man hurting but who rarely cries.

This bottle of ‘henny’ keeps me sane,

Sorry for being reckless but I’m just trying to find my lane.

“Your going to be okay,”

Yea, Yea thats what they all say!

I search for that good time,

But I’m always late because that time never agrees with mine.

Im trying to find the light,

Yet all I can see is the night.

So I contemplate on getting high,

They say the pain doesn’t hurt as bad when you feel like your in the sky.

“You can do some much for your community if you just tried,”

But you striped me of everything even my pride.

What happen to my life? What happen to me?

Where did they go? I thought we were family.

Im so hard to love , yet so easy to hate,

Just leave me be...and start yourself a whole new slate.

Look at me...is this what I have become?

A man who lost it all but wants some back...just some.

My hands became fist, my heart became cold,

I want to give up but my soul wont let me fold.

My lungs pump strength yet my veins bleed pain,

My tongue speaks sanity, yet my mind thinks I’m insane.

Carry me away to a place far far away,

So when I walk with the ghosts...”he is finally at peace” is what they will all say.