East Lancaster

Struggling to live with myself

I found myself in a burnt up house
Sitting on a lonely street
Where the trash is left to rot
Lost souls and old concrete
Waiting for the doctor to stop by
And drop off my medication
It’s hard to see clearly when your high
But what is there to look at?
The street reeks of piss
And the cityscape is overbearing
My thoughts wear over time
Leaving my mind devoid of caring
I had a job
I quit it
I had a car
I sold it
I had a family
I left it
Is this what you wanted?
Is this what you fucking wanted?!
I don’t know
I can’t remember anymore