hello
my name is something so useless i tend to forget
the mute life i live drags on day by day
life seems to be slipping from my hand like grains of sand
and i have lost the will to try and catch it
instead i would rather watch it slowly run out of my lifeless hands
yesterday as my feet dragged me along the crooked side walk
a young boy with a gentle voice that has life hugging onto it
stopped to ask me
“what does tomorrow mean”
as answers ran through my head i could not combine them for the right one
you see the proper thing to say would be “well tomorrow means a new day, a day for a fresh start on the wonderful gift we call life.”
but i couldn’t tell such a young child a lie

life is a dark dream we are forced into...
tomorrow is the enemy
a gloomy figure we never want to encounter...
but always do
tomorrow is a new day of agony
a new day to gain the perspective of how wonderful the warm world would be without your cold aching body bringing despair into it
tomorrow brings yet another awaited night consisting of needles injecting the addicting numbness into our veins
tomorrow is another day to gain the courage to pull the trigger
but i can’t bring myself to explain to such a young child full of life how dark his world full of lego’s and coloring really is
so i let my frail feet carry me away as the boy was left standing
and wondering.