Half Alive

Rotten.
Spoilt to the core
And asking for more
Of what I want.
What will kill me
But make me feel better.
Smell the coffee
And put on a sweater
This weather
Has never
Suited
My kind.
Jackets and ties
Smiles walking with lies.
And I lie
Down
And ask questions
Not to mention
The section of my mind
I’m afraid of.
Don’t even know what to call it.
Always calling me.
Let me sleep.
No.
So I don’t,
And I walk around
Half alive.

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